That score up there is completely arbitrary. I asked a buddy of mine to give me a number between 1 and 10 and he said 8 so there you go. How can you apply a score to something like this? But that 4 is just as well; something about this monster leaves me hopelessly captivated. Teenage Dream is a different beast entirely, comprised of glitch-y wubs and aggressively anti-melodic auto-tune.
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That score up there is completely arbitrary. I asked a buddy of mine to give me a number between 1 and 10 and he said 8 so there you go.
How can you apply a score to something like this? But that 4 is just as well; something about this monster leaves me hopelessly captivated. Teenage Dream is a different beast entirely, comprised of glitch-y wubs and aggressively anti-melodic auto-tune.
Or, to use an analogy I imagine is a more accurate description of her creative process, Teenage Dream is what would happen if you gave a child a keyboard, an auto-tune vocal filter, and free reign to do whatever it wants, and what it came up with was a horrifying demonstration of just what the shit we listen to is made of, the foundational principles of modern pop music blown up to the point of ludicrousness. Whether we like it or not, My Teenage Deam Ended spits modern culture back at us in ways that are vile, hideous, and completely unintentional, and it became the site of the best critical conversation of The father of her daughter died in a car accident two months before the baby was born.
She struggled with post-partum depression and had a rocky, abusive relationship with her own mother. The album version of My Teenage Dream Ended is an incredibly bizarre thing whose very existence is remarkable in itself. How did nobody tell her that releasing experimental compositions with almost total disregard for rhythm and melody might have been counterproductive to the book she was trying to push?
How did nobody tell her that auto-tuning every one of her unnervingly confessional shouts to the point of sounding between human and robot might have been a bad idea? None of that matters now. All that does is that a piece of art has come into existence and we need to decide what to do with it. The initial response for the majority of everyone seems to be laughter and derision, which is understandable because My Teenage Dream Ended sounds pretty dick by any traditional standard.
But what if that was the point all along? Deal with it, fuckers. But because it is an oddity without attempting to be one, an outlier that sprung into existence without any censorship, a pure, totally unfiltered expression of consciousness without any recognizable thought given to how the exterior world would perceive it, it has deceptively tremendous value.
Now please, leave me alone to die.
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Start your review of My Teenage Dream Ended Write a review Aug 13, Tarra Cunningham rated it did not like it warning- longest review in the world. Everyone knows my love of all things Teen Mom, and I was all over that shit Immediately I was in love. The book My Teenage Dream Ended is a fucking trainwreck from the start.
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