Dick Clark may have been Philadelphia born and bred, but I offer his passing none of the praise I much earlier bestowed on M. Night Shyamalan. Clak's fame was of the most brittle and vacuous kind, and his personality of the sort we are better off without, whatever he did for the early pangs of rock n'roll; he was a has been much longer than he was the go to vector for the recording industry, his staying power of the sort that allows recognition to be an innocuous mediocrity, which is why fame in itself has such interesting gradations to it.
I fumbled the ball on my article and I am upset even though I shouldn't be and accept the learning experience; it happens even for established media players that sources cannot be had by deadline, and ideas not what they seem.
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