Last Friday, as we were naively planning on two days to get our whole sleep situation in order, there came a burning question that wrecked all that by keeping us up in a cold sweat. Because on click one of the newly released video for Lana Del Rey’s “Ride”, as we listened to its mind-melting voice-over start and nervously eyed the 10-minute plus running time ticking away on the bottom, it was obvious that this was a serious statement, an instant classic that brought to mind some real cultural touchstones of pop cultural sleaze.
Perhaps this spring’s rumors of an Axl Rose/L. Del R. tryst were just glimpses of our girl climbing the face of Ridiculously Scummy Americana Mountain, bypassing the caves of Kid Rock, The Valley of The Nuge, in order to meet with the wise old monk who lived atop it, in a hyperbaric chamber stocked with cocaine and Mountain Dew. Lana Del Rey had come to steal the secrets of the dirtbag-love video epic, from the man who made “November Rain”!
But has the student become the master??? To the tape!