previously _ “Where I’m Going Tonight, No One Can Ever Hurt Me” _ here
The Warm Up
Something about that Teen Spirit allusion puts me off. Not from any point of particular malice or offense, but rather the gimmick. The size of it subdues any opportunity of homage or expansion on the initial thought, and only decadence is left as any bit of subtext because of Courtney Love and permission. Sure, “the price of fame,” but what’s different about Jay’s delivery or approach? The lyrics are the same, except a tad more agile in delivery. Watch the Throne said it better.
Allusion? Nah. A cheap lede at the head of some Arts & Living rag; another man’s words carrying another man’s song; or a hurried plea for a piggyback, and by the five minute mark you regret not listening to Nirvana instead.
This is Alec Berry. You might know him from his Direct Message bit he does with Chad Nevett. He’ll be sharing his thoughts about comics with us. -BC
You could say I’m simply a fan, but the work of cartoonist Michel Fiffe deserves a bit of the limelight. His latest effort, COPRA, especially.