To the Inevitable Year End Music List Makers....

Boo, hissss. I crap on your lists.

... See, that rhymed.

I like it when my favorite music is all a non-mention in the year-end lists of the hoity-toity music mags. It's a sign of an almost "Bushian" combination of ignorance and self-confidence that these non-mentions make me feel both superior and privileged to the rewards of a secret knowledge that makes the highest audit level of Scientology seem a cheap investment.

In short, I (with only a very few exceptions) look down on music critics like I look at Amway salespeople.