Blackwolf the Dragonmaster's Diary of Magecraft

Being a Chronicle of the Inner Secrets of, and Spells of Magick as Wielded by, the Philosopher of the Internet and Unofficial Sorcerer-in-Residence of the City of New York

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As New York's Unofficial Wizard, my mission is to encourage the Mortals of Manhattan to imagine responsibly!

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Oh, joy! For once, a slow news day! Huzzah!

Why, in Merlin's name, I sense you asking, do I consider this a slow news day, given that we've only just gotten started on 2007, Mortal-reckoning? Well, let's face it, after my shocking Press Release of 48 hours ago, wherein I declared my fabulous Dark Chambers website to be the ONLY United States homepage with a proper pulse on the 52nd Eurovision Song Contest, to be staged May 10th and 12th at Helsinki's fabulous Hartwall Arena, and telecast in Finland by Santa Claus' Official Broadcasters, those goodlies at YLE, when you've pretty much conquered that part of the musical world, you can damn well do anything you bloomin' like!

Which is to say: Hear me, Ryan Seacrest, mine eternal and icky-poo enemy --- dare ye stick thine ugly mug into the realm of Eurovision? Nay, ye daren't! And why is this, ye'll be asking thyself wi' some impatience? Two words, you booby: American bloomin' Idol (OK, that's three words, but I ain't interested in counting right now!)! My point, dear Ryan, is that you and the rest of North America's music community couldn't so much as walk a bloomin' mile in Eurovision's shoes ---- and why is this? Again, the answer is American Idol! While some 42 nations are holding in their respective hands the destiny of the music world, we here in the States are too busy extolling the virtues of that so-called global phenomenon! Once, I found myself hypnotized by Kelly Clarkson's "A Moment Like This"; since then, Generation iPod has destroyed, among other things, CBGB's, Tower Records and, not to put too fine a point upon it, the credibility of MTV. Only Mick and the boys and Rolling Stone Magazine are left to soldier on as the sole legitimate defenders of pure rock, but how long, I wonder, will it be before time is on their side no more? And given that Virgin Megastore is now pretty much the only game in town, where will that road take us, I'd like to know?

Well, in any case, I've ranted long enough, Mortals. Feel like responding to this, or, at the very least, putting this foolish, grumpy old goat in his proper place? You know how to find me: or Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go see what's on

Master Blackwolf