In last week's Music Monday blog, I mentioned Rolling Stone's â€œDance Takeoverâ€ mini-feature. Black-Eyed Peas producer David Guetta kicks off the section and LCD Soundsystem scores the majority of ink, but half of one page is dedicated to â€œFresh Beatsâ€, a chart-like breakdown of popular emerging electronica genres or â€œClubland's Latest Soundsâ€. Dubstep sits at number two on the list. Duh.
Rolling Stone is a rock among print publications. It's also one of the few that I actually subscribe to. Comprehensive music industry coverage and no-holds-barred political reporting is a recipe that regularly sates my IQ appetite. Imagine my surprise when the newest issue arrived--and I found myself inside it.
My dad is rad. Sure, he accepted a job transfer that significantly minimized his role in my adolescence, but he left behind vintage Playboys and a comic book called "Where Did I Come From?" Also, he's been so much more than a mere sperm donor since. Allow me to stroke his ego for a few.
Metropolis is in trouble. A secret society known as The Great Divide is using time travel to suppress freedom and love among its citizens. Thankfully, heroic ArchAndroid Cindi Mayweather is here to save the day. If this all sounds like the plot of a science fiction flick, that's because it's inspired by the godfather of science fiction flicks, Fritz Lang's Metropolis.