Tonight I plan to schlep over to Stereo Live to watch Clavin Harris tonight knowing full well the crop of amazing fuckheads that I'll run into. The drinks will be expensive: there will be no lone star to speak of (unless that's changed). There will be throngs of jail bait most likely lured there in hopes of finding Rhianna since that's the only exposure they have this young Scottish artist.
He provided a cheesy, bare bones, organ riff for that Rhianna song which has a name that escapes me. Some nonsense about yellow diamonds. But at least he didn't fully throw down for the song. It would have almost been more disappointing to know that he broke a sweat offering something really good that would guild such a low-quality, top 40 turd. I'm imagining Harris plunking down the simple two chord riff on his laptop, emailing it to the producer, and getting a check for thousands of dollars. It's one of the few times that mediocrity equals awesome.
I plan to jump up on stage before he goes, grab the mic, and bellow that Rhianna has left the building to see how many morons I can get to leave. Besides that though, the show should be pretty sweet. A lot of his music has been panned by critics most likely because the name of his first LP was "I created disco" which is kind of presumptuous. But as far as fun, electronic music goes, it's way better than David Guetta or any of that dubstep bullshit.
