Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to. . .
Guh. I don’t like to drastically change my opinions, especially about music. So I’m going to ease into this one and make a slight exception for Mark Ronson, only because he’s a DJ-turned-producer and because I enjoy is work on the Amy Winehouse album, which oddly enough I’ve been hearing more and more the past week. Like everywhere. Walking down the street, blaring from windows, everywhere.
Anyway, I’ll be honest, Ronson’s music is growing on me, and according to NYT (that’s now password-protected, lame), he’s got a nice self-deprecating sense of humor, which I’m always down for. I’m not sure I can make room on my maxed out 60 GB iPod for his new album Version, but maybe I’ll check out his MySpace page.
I mean, it’s got to be a sign that for the past week, 80% of the music I’ve heard has been “You Know I’m No Good” and “Stop Me.” Don’t worry Moz, your version is much, much better.
