
I've been thinking a lot about Santigold's new album, Master of My Make-Believe , recently. For a while, I was listening to it a lot, too, but that phase is over. And the fact that I lost interest in the album is more or less the reason why I've been thinking about it so much. Here's the thing: I can't remember the last time a pop musician, especially one of fairly prominent (although, as I will remind you later, not that prominent) stature, made such a big deal -- and subsequently, such a big a problem -- [...]