Doing a little research on Lana Del Rey (admittedly, I’d never heard of her until her SNL appearance), it’s become 100 percent evident that she’s a complete creation by her record label.
That said, I like her album. It’s not gonna make my “Best Of The Year” list or probably even be in my CD rotation in two months, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it in this moment. I guess I like it in the same way I liked the Gaga album with “Poker Face” on it and the last Katy Perry album neither of which can I remember the album titles without the aid of Google. But hey, it’s pop music and pop music has, since the dawn of radio, been a disposable art form.
But back to Del Rey.
Knowing that she’s a complete fabrication, is it okay to like her CD? Knowing that everything about her was designed and engineered to appeal to us, is it still okay to enjoy the CD on a sonic basis?
Really. I am asking you.
It brings the whole McDonald’s Chicken McNugget versus McRib debate to mind for me.
I know the McNugget is a piece of food engineered in a lab to appeal to my primitive tastebuds-to-brain highway. Despite knowing this, I’ll eat them from time to time and I’ll admit it — they’re fucking delicious. The McRib on the other hand — same scenario but I’ll go hungry before I’d eat a McRib. What’s the difference? I can’t say for sure. Perhaps it’s the vulgarity of the fake rib bones in the McRib that turn me off. The arrogance to not only feed us this patty meat conglomerate, but to then stamp a fucking bone into it and call it ‘rib.’ Point is, in the end, neither is that different and yet, I’ll accept one while getting queasy at the other.
These are the things I contemplate over my morning coffee.