With time and refinement, Lana Del Rey had mushroomed into what we called the next best American songwriter-emphasis on American. Marilyn Monroe, men in training yards, cherry pies, a Pleasantville middle-class, Coachella, violence-as-romance and romance-as-violence: she offered us a canon of heritage markers recast in ’10s-era drama and became the rare sort of talent that was able to congeal past and present into seductively conceptual cinema. Geographies-the Hollywood sign, the tri-state, California writ large-became mythological playgrounds for her to languor around and smoke Parliaments on. It was Xanadu, built from a blissful, degenerate, high-femme sort of jingoism. In 2011, she emerged as an aesthetic howitzer, exploding a broad but deeply personal index of iconography into her own nation of death-driven kitsch. The first is that, for the past decade, Lana has been an exceptional hunter-gatherer of white American arcana. But Lana’s monologue about the neuroses plaguing the United States was genuinely fascinating-for two reasons. With rare exception, the strange tradition of having celebrities act like talking heads on matters of national politics or domestic terrorism is both a largely pointless and joyless spectacle. In or out of context, this is an entirely fair analysis.
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They want to wild out somewhere! It’s like, we don’t know how to find the ways to be wild in our world….and at the same time, the world is so wild.” “For people who stormed the Capitol, it’s dissociated rage. “I actually think this is the most important thing I’ll say in this interview,” she underscored.
Partway through clarifying how she felt Trump’s “sociopathy” may have unintentionally inspired the deadly siege, she cleared her throat to show her conviction. Capitol that had taken place six days earlier. Finally, her frisson found a foothold in the psychology behind the insurrection at the U.S. On live radio, the pop star parkoured from thoughts on Trump’s presidency to going to the farmer’s market barefoot to how she’d characterize at least half of her friends as jerks. On the morning of January 11th, as she ate a popsicle for breakfast with a newly broken arm, Lana Del Rey tumbled into nearly 40 somersaulting minutes of free-associative responses to questions from BBC Radio 1 presenter Annie Mac.
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