Kllo, "Downfall"

I was walking up Lafayette Street yesterday and I passed by a poster of Andy Warhol and I started thinking about his embrace of celebrity and his adoration of vacuity and his elevation of frivolity above all other things, and how even though it was acknowledged at the time that he had successfully identified the dead-eyed fatuity at the heart of American culture better than almost everyone else, we didn’t give enough credit to how accurate and prescient he actually was. It’s too bad Andy Warhol isn’t alive to see how horrible everything is now: I can’t think of anyone who would enjoy it more. Anyway, here’s music.