If I hear one more smart grownup bitching about the vacuous teen pop on the radio, I'm gonna snap a cap. "It's all so sugary," they sniff. "So superficial." To which I must ask: Did that last Moby album come packaged with an amnesia pill? Since when has commercial Top 40 radio (or whatever it's called now) been deep and meaningful--except for, like, two seconds in the Sixties, or a couple of deadly moments of... More >>>