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All About Madge

A couple of years ago something possessed me to write a slew of Madonna album reviews over at the Steve Hoffman Forums - on a Madonna album-by-album thread - mostly because the assembled crew seemed to be getting a lot facts wrong or missing some key observations. While the primary emotion I associate with Madonna for the better part of the past two decades is annoyance, it's also true that she used to make some of the best commercial pop music around, and that culturally she is arguably the most important celebrity of her generation.

I decided to expand upon those reviews on Facebook and posted them there, but since I'm growing increasingly disgusted by Zuckerberg's crooked corner of the Internet, I'm shifting my efforts to blogging platforms independent of Facebook and simply using it to promote links to elsewhere going forward.

Because fuck Facebook.

So I'm reviving this dead-for-a-decade blog, which ironically I stopped updating because I shifted my focus to Facebook a dozen years ago.  Brace yourselves for its relaunch via a truckload of posts regarding Madonna. 

But don't get used to it, because Madge isn't a typical source of conversation in my world these days.


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