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David Simon Cowell:
Sure, PCHA may be dormant, but nothing rouses us from our slumber more than the death of a creator of critically adored and publicly ignored music (Does rising from your slumber mean writing a post and then procrastinating a full month before posting? –ed.). In honor of Lou Reed, godfather of punk and indie rock, here’s our draft of his best songs.
-Must be written and performed by Lou.
-Must have one from every decade.
1) Heroin – The Velvet Underground and Nico – 1967
I could have chosen this song because it masterfully straddles the line between sarcasm and celebration. I could have chosen it because it may still have the best use of feedback in rock history. I could have chosen it because it still gets me in the mood while I prepare my fix.
But for me, it’s the clear Number One pick for one overriding reason. There’s no other song that I can name that was more ahead of its time than this one. Play it for someone who hasn’t heard of VU, of whom there are still plenty, and I guarantee you that they won’t be able to guess that it came out in 1967, or anytime close. When I first heard it in the late ’80s, thanks to Oliver Stone including it on The Doors soundtrack, it was fucking revelatory. If you first heard it six months before Sgt. Pepper came out? You wouldn’t have been able to take it. Just compare it to the Number One song when it came out:
Did you guys hear that there’s going to be a Veronica Mars movie? Because fans funded it on Kickstarter?
You did? Not news?
OK, well did you hear that two aging blog proprietors got all worked up about it and had an e-mail debate?
I THOUGHT NOT.
What happens when David Simon Cowell and I emerged from our recent hibernation to discuss the lazy abomination that is Grantland’s obituary for the very much alive David Bowie?
One person who adores David Bowie and one person who doesn’t really have a dog in that race!
We use the word “inarguable” a surprisingly high number of times, given that we are in the midst of an argument!
And David Simon Cowell writes more words for this blog than he has in the last year combined! Who can fucking resist that?
As our readers know all too well, we can disappear without a trace like white bin Ladens. But if there’s anything sure to bring P.C.H.A. back to life, it’s the Oscars. The self-importance, the musical numbers, the dresses… how can we resist? So, live(ish), from two different continents, here’s the chat you’ve all been waiting for. Ladies and gentlemen, your hosts, David Simon Cowell and The Dilemma!
We’ve done music, we’ve done television, now it’s time for the Big Daddy of them all. Has David Simon Cowell caught up? Will The Dilemma name all three Channing Tatum movies? Let’s see.