Sometimes stuff just shows up on my doorstep that I've forgotten I ordered. So it was with Mayor of Sunset Strip. This sad, even voyeuristic documentary on the aging man boy Rodney Bingenheimer made me realize something: We need more people like him. In this age of internet fragmentation, who will sort all the stuff out there for us? This is true for music, movies, books, and, of course, porn. No seriously, though.....I can't help but feel like Rodney needs to be plucked from KROQ and given his own show on a station that isn't trying to convince people the Dashboard Confessionals are the shit. He needs an audience who shares his enthusiasm for his type of music, but doesn't have the time (or stories) like Rodney and people like him.
I wish I had the $ to create a platform which would allow professional fans to do their thing and get paid for it. We need these folks. Without them, we are left fumbling through cyber space alone trying to find something new and exciting. And that's hard, cold, lonely work.
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There is a special place in hell for people who come to work with raging illnesses and infect innocent co-workers. Man, I feel like shit.
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