What this might be to designate as a Long Beach based composer is beyond speculation. A sort of cheesy attempt to be what Brooklyn is to Manhattan? Better to stick to sincerity and simplicity and just admit that optimization for search keywords that are sticky put a Long Beach composer in a position to make some rash decisions about what words to write on an obscure blog entry. One hopes that listings develop interest but the best thing about the web is finding obscurity rather than the Lady Gaga hits.

Camille Paglia, hated by old-school feminists and women’s studies professors the world over, sums up the entire gist of this blog post when she writes about the contemporary fan based for auto-tuned, rave-derived Top 40 music:

“Generation Gaga doesn’t identify with powerful vocal styles because their own voices have atrophied: they communicate mutely via a constant stream of atomised, telegraphic text messages. Gaga’s flat affect doesn’t bother them because they’re not attuned to facial expressions.

Gaga’s fans are marooned in a global technocracy of fancy gadgets but emotional poverty. Borderlines have been blurred between public and private: reality TV shows multiply, cell phone conversations blare everywhere; secrets are heedlessly blabbed on Facebook and Twitter. Hence, Gaga gratuitously natters on about her vagina…”