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Over the last year, since graduating, I'd almost completely disconnected myself from this Autotune/Techno/Dancehall craze. As long as I keep the radio off, and stay away from Flashbacks Night Club, I'm good.
But then Corporate sent us this DVD of all the top music videos today to play on repeat in shoe store I work at. And my one-year streak was ruined by a bunch of singers that I didn't recognize but instantly hated.

Why do people need to listen to club music while they're shoe-shopping?

Has Western society finally gone musically bankrupt?

I'm seriously considering putting the DVD in the microwave.

When future generations look back at us in disgust for our abuse of autotune, I don't want my grave getting spit on. So I'm saying on the record (to the unshakable pillar of truth that is the internet):
I'm not on board with any of this.
I in no way support Kesha, Justin Beiber, Will.I.Am, Lady Gaga, Rihanna, or any of their minions who, in their own way, make the world a little bit worse with every album.

I look at autotune like the promise of Communism, or the Futon.
It sounds like a great idea.

Go to Vietnam or Cuba and find someone who sleeps on a futon. Ask them about their quality of life.

Exactly.

Tell them about magical software that can make any person sing perfectly in tune. They'll be all for it. Who wouldn't want that?
Then give them a T-Pain CD.
They'll be left with autotune, a crappy couch/bed, and communism.

Thats a triple-whammy of crushed hopes.

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