David Cook is the reason we are divided, obese and ignorant. David Cook is why the reason the rest of the world hates us.
It's truly amazing to see just how self centered this so called "music journalist" happens to be. Everything is about him. And he can't understand how it is that HE can see all this "subtle talent" in acts he likes, yet he denigrates anything "popular." Reading the piece he wrote for MTV is like living through "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand, and the "James Montgomery" character is a combination of Balf Eubank and Bertram Scudder. For those of you who aren't familiar with the book or the characters, here's what Wikipedia says about the characters:
Balph Eubank: Called "the literary leader of the age", despite the fact that he is incapable of writing anything that people actually want to read. What people want to read, he says, is irrelevant. He complains that it is disgraceful that artists are treated as peddlers, and that there should be a law limiting the sales of books to ten thousand copies. He is a member of the Looters. Balph Eubank appears in section 161.
Bertram Scudder: Editorial writer for the magazine The Future. He typically bashes business and businessmen, but he never says anything specific in his articles, relying on innuendo, sneers, and denunciation. He wrote a hatchet job on Hank Rearden called The Octopus. He is also vocal in support of the Equalization of Opportunity Bill. Later on he has a radio interview program, in which Dagany Taggart is forced to appear by the threat of revelation of her relationships with Rearden - but she turns the tables by herself revealing the relationship, taking pride in it and denouncing the regime. In the aftermath, Scudder is made the scapegoat and loses his job. Bertram Scudder appears in section 161.
As I mentioned earlier, this "hit piece" on David Cook says a lot more about Montgomery than it does Cook.
Mark
Seems that journalist Montgomery needs a little help with sentence structure and grammar. "Is why the reason?" Yeah. OK. Sure. Stop babbling and go back to your crack pipe, Monty. I promise you won't be missed while you're gone.