More than a year after its release, Creed's shamefully derivative Human Clay remains in the Top 10. Sometimes pop music is so gut-wrenchingly banal I want to stick my head in the oven. What the world needs now is a three-armed Boy George. The other day a friend was complaining about the bright faces of the WB and the meticulously manicured sounds of the Mickey Mouse Club.
Pop culture is youth culture.
I have no objections to that. What's missing is imagination. Annie Lennox, Cyndi Lauper, Prince. They had that in England a couple years ago. So far, the only successful musician that's come anywhere near fulfilling this dream is artificial limb enthusiast Marilyn Manson.