I um.. we gotta talk. Something terrible has happened when I was busy doing other things. The Elvis Costello I have loved for close to 32 years… is no longer with us.
Last night thrilled to the gills I stumbled upon a Ustream live cast of Mr Costello performing and discussing ‘National Ransom’, his latest lp due out today.
For the first time in forever I’m not making this purchase. You can if you want to plump up your library but I’m gonna save my iPod space. Its precious to me… I value free GB over the man I stalked for years.
I’m not quite sure what happened, I mean I took in to consideration the growth cycle, he couldn’t be an angry young man forever but did he have to turn into a sarcastic bluegrass twanging mess?
ELVIS WHERE ARE YOU!!!?
That National Ransom teaser really pulled me in but know what it was flash and mirrors you isolated the ‘money shots’ that were surrounded by absolute trash. How dare you disappoint me yet again but this time you did so with malice.
You hate music don’t you?
This is a joke its your thumbing up your nose at the industry right? You’re pulling a fast one, sitting back laughing at how your fans will buy anything right? RIGHT? Is it April?
Remember when you sang songs that had some sort of rock sound to them? You were good at that. You said it so well you were the king of euphemisms.
Oh ye Artsy Hipsters will genuflect at your greatness but that’s because it makes them feel all artsy cool – you’re a fucking rocker Elvis.
You WERE.. what the fuck are you now but a disgusting old void of any angst whining d-bag.
You’re done.
You’ve embarrassed yourself and me. Well I’m not going with you. I’m not going to bow to you for handing me garbage. Elvis is the master, a genius a rock and roll icon..
No actually Elvis is a ego maniac who sold out not only on his fans but on himself.
You have lost your edge and some may say you haven’t had it in a decade but I fucking stood up for you. I defended those who laughed at you and scoffed I WAS RIGHT THERE saying.. no worries underneath it all he his still our Elvis. Let him explore let him branch out let him give it a go, seriously he’s so brilliant he needs outlets for his genius.
The only outlet I need is the door to get the fuck away from what you evolved into. I’m watching this urine stream of live performance as you stroke your own ego with your whispers and name dropping.
Hang it up big boy, I just hit the mute key. You sound like an act at Disney’s Frontier land, next thing you’ll be playing the fucking spoons on your knee.
If this is a joke, say uncle now and I will stand up for you (after I curse you out and have a laugh).
But if this is it, this whistling Steamboat Willy vomitus, then Mr Costello-thanks for the memories.
We are officially through.
