Blue.

 Words.

"...Until the day she releases a solid record, or at least more material than there is analysis of her existing three songs, I’m mostly disinterested. But it’s only fair that if I hate the hype when things are going Del Rey’s way, I should hate it just as much when somewhere she’s probably got her head buried under a pillow, wondering, miserably, if her career is over before it began.

It’s the breathless, and less-than-substantial, analysis of what makes her music great that alienates me. The equally breathless but also pitiless criticism now being heaped on her comes from the same place, and should be equally alienating. Hype is the megaphone for our basest tendencies. We can’t just “like” something. It needs to be the most meaningful experience ever. Likewise, we can’t dislike something. It must be destroyed.

...With social media, the reaction to Del Rey’s performance has grown from curiosity to schadenfreude. I don’t like Lana Del Rey’s music very much. But today, for Lana Del Rey the person rather than Lana Del Rey the product, I feel pretty bad."

COKEMACHINEGLOW: An Attempt at Real Empathy: Lana Del Rey on SNL

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QUESTION!: SALON: Was Lana Del Ray really that bad?