heart.

words.

"Many people have written this dude off for the past decade because of his artsy bullshit, and coming into the night I wondered if we’d see him project some sheet music while he performed upside down or something, but instead, he was just delivered a badass rock show. Beck was Beck. He wore a Beck hat. He danced a Beck dance. He played a Beck guitar. He wore a Beck shirt. If Beck released his first record today, no one would give a shit. But throughout his career, he’s made himself into something. It’s bizarre because, despite objectively being sort of lame and sort of boring and sort of a Scientologist, he still manages to just be cool as fuck. It’s effortless, yet so perfectly planned. There’s something about his music that’s intangible, something that makes me want to lean back in a bean bag and smoke a joint and kiss a girl and hold someone’s hand and drink a beer and wear a cool shirt and strut down the street and do all of those things again. Like all great artists, Beck has made being Beck the best thing about Beck. And he does it for us."

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