Target Audience

I once described Lana Del Rey’s oeuvre as “the perfect soundtrack for taking Quaaludes in your married boyfriend’s ice blue, rusty-handled Thunderbird.”

It still feels true. I admire somebody who can make music for a very specific demographic.

I love the idea of someone throwing their all into making songs for beautiful alt-rock femcels who are too scared of needles to get real piercings or TGI Fridays managers who drive blue PT Cruisers and look like Guy Fieri.

Although, you know, it seems like every song on Top 40 radio back in the early 2000s was made specifically for both of those demographics. Amazing.

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Sally Garnatah writes silly things. Some of Sally’s stories are true. For legal purposes, consider all of these posts to be … autofiction, if you can stomach that kind of quasi-pretentious literary stuff. Sally doesn’t read autofiction, though. She’s too much of a country girl. You can find her down by the Tennessee River, out in the woods, standing in a sorghum field — or you can find her right here, on her blog.

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