As I try to gather myself, I find that I’m at a lose of words on how disgusted I am as I try not to puke all over this month’s cover of Rolling Stone. The magazine that’s become such a house hold name over the years has shit all over its reputable name and kicked its values into the gutter by putting the devil’s daughters themselves on the cover of this month’s issue. Yes its true, the hills, have some how made their way on the cover of what use to be the most respectable publication in the music business.
Rolling Stone has fallen into the death trap that has become the MTV syndrome. When MTV first came about it was a visually stimulating concept. They were going to play videos that depicted an artist’s musical vision. It was Brilliant! But somewhere around the turn of the millennium, MTV took a turn for the worse. They’ve transformed into this saturated version of explicit entertainment that considers music an afterthought to marketing by any means necessary.
I’m going to miss the days when Rolling Stone consistently provided wonderful exposure of the future of the music world. I guess now the legendary publication’s consistent respectable exposure is becoming a lot more like Vegas – it’s always a gamble.
At this point I’d really enjoy if America took a good long look at the world that the hills has become so metaphoric. I could honestly care less how attractive they might look on the outside. The majority of these people are so ugly on the inside that the devil himself would be intim