Yeah, I know I'm gonna bring on the "You know how I know you're gay" pic here.... but how about love, too?

Songs about how spun you are on that girl you like beat the holy hell out of "look at all the worthless trinkets I own!" or "I'm a suburban kid with so much pent-up gangsta angst" or "I be pimpin' all dem biatches!".

Why's he gotta go saying stuff like that?

Don't look at Quincy Jones! Quincy Jones ain't gonna help you!

Most important part of music: riffs. Screw everything else!

/honestly, I've got bands with absolutely horrific vocalists that sound great due to Death By Riffs.

Vegas, 1966. Sinatra, Basie, and Jones was a perfect storm of cool.

Pure brilliance.

madmann: Yeah, I know I'm gonna bring on the "You know how I know you're gay" pic here.... but how about love, too?

Songs about how spun you are on that girl you like beat the holy hell out of "look at all the worthless trinkets I own!" or "I'm a suburban kid with so much pent-up gangsta angst" or "I be pimpin' all dem biatches!".

I'll extend what you meant to include any subject matter of significance.

Midnight Rambler: Vegas, 1966. Sinatra, Basie, and Jones was a perfect storm of cool.

Pure brilliance.

A farking TSUNAMI of cool.

Obvious tag needed.

"Music" is out there Mr. Jones. Sadly the acclaim goes to the candy at the front counter and not substance in the back-aisle. And, when in the rare instance innovation and integrity find popularity, it quickly spoils.

Sticks and stones my break your bones, but you ain't never felt the wrath of Quincy Jones!

*may

"Yeah, I'd like to see more music - just melody. I miss melody,"

QFT

O and I am absolutely sick of cats who think that they have rhythm and can play drums. FULLY sick.

/personal gripe, one too many awful drum circles witnessed

Also missing: Reazinrizin.


(pops)

Midnight Rambler: Vegas, 1966. Sinatra, Basie, and Jones was a perfect storm of cool.

Pure brilliance.

I don't even like Sinatra (because he was such an asshole), but I am forced to agree with your assessment.

He decries the lack of actual music, and yet says that Ludacris is the real deal.

Nice to see you can even buy Quincy Jones with a brass plaque.

It is sad to see that senility is starting to set in with Quincey. Mentioning Ludicris and music in the same sentence

And good lyrics.

Old people still suck no mater how famous they are. Don't trust them, don't listen to them.

old people like old music

Also misses Quincy

Flashes of Quincy?

yoursafewordisharder: old people like old music


Assholes with no taste like rap

If you can't find any good music, you don't like good music.
Turn off the radio.

I once again direct the writer of this article to Madahoochi.

Land Ark: If you can't find any good music, you don't like good music.
Turn off the radio.

There's good music out there now, but little great. What bands of today (who started out this decade) do you think we'll still be talking about in 30 years?