I was not a Linkin Park fan, but my sister was.
It’s Independence Day today, which means many reminders of just what supposedly makes us great as a country. Good music, for instance, as evidenced by the number of radio stations that go all-local today, which will lead to some people exclaiming “OPM is not dead!”
On Saturday morning I made some tweets, inspired by yet another tweet I saw. “Remember when all pop was throwaway and ‘indie’ was better than anything else?” I pondered. “Now, there’s such a thing as ‘indie pop’, and even the ‘bad’ pop is now getting cool kid cred. So, you know, it’s all fluid. But we want to be icy cool. Icy cool to the point of frozen.”
I have not had much interest in Christina Grimmie. She joined The Voice at the time when I stopped watching singing competitions altogether: she finished third in its 2014 season, by which time I was very much done with writing about television for a living.