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September 03, 2007


Would you like to guest-lecture during the Journey/Hall&Oates/Survivor unit I have planned for my college composition class? I already have some eager karaoke singers lined up for the musical portion. Bear in mind, of course, that you're going to have to dumb it down a little. Something along the lines of, "Journey: Sucks? Not sucks? Can anyone tell me when the 80s were?"

Not if it involves transporting my ass to San Jose I don't.

Naturally, Deusner fails to take into account the possibility that the effect of the use of the song in the Sopranos finale RELIES on its essential (perceived) cheesiness.

Which is to say, it did deserve to be so consigned to the cheeseball ghetto and has not now been lifted out of it. Or something.

All Journey belongs in a ghetto, preferably one in Philadephia that is burned down, not by the police, but by people who grasp the difference between music and crap.

The ashes derived therefrom should then be used to smother everyone associated with Van Halen, unto the third generatin thereof.

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