Adieu

I can't explain it, but there are only a few pieces of music that are abhorrent to my ears. Generally, I like stuff or don't care about it, but rarely do I actively dislike something. There is one case, however, that goes way beyond dislike.

Grease. Please. No more. I hated it originally. I hated the revival. I hated the revival of the revival. There is no indication that I will not hate even the suggestion of a part of a commercial for the reality show for the revival of the revivaled revival of the movie.

There is not a good song here. Not a good, useful note. Not remotely. Not obviously. Not subtly. It's pure, unadulterated, undiluted, pure, premium bad.

It's annoying. It's cloying. It's everying I do not want to hear. It's all the wrong notes and lyrics in all the exact order and dynamic and phrase and disposition that I seek to avoid for the rest of my meaningful or even meaningless existence. If I were an existentialist, I'd convert and start praying for a solution to the mess that is Grease. If I were religious, I'd quit and become existentialist, because clearly there can be no meaning here. There is certainly nothing useful to God in this. It just is. Unless, as stated, I was already considering its existential meaning, which is so depressing I would need spiritual guidance. And meds.

As far as I'm concerned, particle physicists need to study the phenomenon that is Grease, because string theory may be able to be clarified by the fact that such a fucking terrible, moronic, awful piece of...what, art? music? theatre? thing?....can be allowed to exist an flourish despite the apparetnly intelligent universe. This must be evidence of alternative simultaneous realities. Grease is the antithesis of Intelligent Design. If you want to give me Intelligent Design, I give you Grease. Then again, if you want to give me Evolution, then I give you Grease and bid you adieu, because clearly we are about to be phased out as a lesser species.

This is all I have to say about that.