Nice One, Badass!

Once the dust has settles on such a great victory, the landscape never looks like the Utopia you were fighting for , but it’s a start and hopefully the effervescent fizz of support that rippled across the globe keeps its head and isn’t just the hangover cure for that petulant cowboy’s eight year piss-up.  But like the most compelling pop stars, Barak has a voice that sounds like ‘the truth’, shot through with history and legacy; but in the same way Cowell peddles his Christmas Pop Wimps, it’s been a competition about hitting the right note at perfect pitch (or maybe not, as it’s all panning out). For once I’m holding off on the usual cynical diatribe and will just thank those whose decision to go out and vote indicates a swing toward actually giving a toss about something and contrary to our apathetic times. Whether it was a vote to hand over one hell of an in-tray to the right administration, a naive little bump of Prozac to keep the nation buoyant, or just cos it’s not another bloody-minded golfer, it was the right one. 

On the cusp of America getting another chance to prove itself as ‘land of the free and home of the brave’, musicians and other divvies queue up to tap dance their way into Obamas’ glow of victory, where appropriation is the order of the day and gimps like Katy Perry (a person whose themes of gender and sexuality are as cack-handed a proposition as inviting Goebbels to a Bar mitzvah.)  just throw up that token peace sign and ‘smile’. Ugh.

Still, it’s a great end to a weird year when Winehouse became synonymous with tedium, Jigga took Glasto and the world got a bit daft with money. Business as usual then, and guaranteed there’ll be plenty more strange fruits to fuel this corner of XYZ next year. On that note I want to say thanks for (erm) reading me and as I’ve realised over the last year that, very simply, it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do, you’re fuck all without other people. I hope the new year serves us all well. Now go and be brilliant.