Being romantic, writes Eddy Baller, is being attentive, considerate and passionate. None of which makes you less of a man.
Pop is timeless. That’s sort of what’s cool about it. At its best it’s really universal and effortlessly relatable. At its weakest, it’s boring and predictable music rehashing tired tropes we’re all sick of. And sometimes instead of being timeless it falls into anachronistic. And that’s squarely where Anointed Summer Jam of Twenty-Twelve “Call Me […]