as they say, any press is good press! have a thumbs from me to you, old chap!

wait a moment.. why, mr. green, you have inadvertently become my publicist! how ever shall i compensate you? do you accept greenbacks ? ho ho ho! we’re having fun now, mr. green! do try to let off some happiness, will you?

dirty projectors are so laaaaammmmeeeeeee

“Oh, great,” he said, “another manufactured, male-female indie-pop duo. It’s so easy for two people, especially a girl and guy, to get attention these days.” His tone denoted a weariness brought on by his own attempts to gain media attention. Rejection had tempered his artistic vision time and time again, in unforeseeable ways, and he saw each new one-hit-wonder come along like a proud sheep to the slaughter. Whether or not they lasted and persevered artistically, he hated the factory farming of bands and the way it watered down the good ones, bringing different species of music listeners, some weak, some sickly, to the watering hole without proper invitation. She glanced at him quickly as he continued his lament, her eyes returning to the road as they tore down Sunset Blvd. “Try forming a band because you’re forced to because nobody will listen to two people live before you record a million-track single in your bedroom. When’s this whole afro-pop gimmick gonna go away, anyways?” She tried to comfort him, knowing that his experience in the music world had made him bitter, volatile: in a word, exciting. She enjoyed music with substance but couldn’t deny the right of indie-pop to exist on the outskirts, coming and going under different monikers, in different bands each year, like a transient fallen angel that possesses the soul of fame-hungry bands ready to sell their souls. It had always existed, the demon of pop, but who has ever banished it back to hell? No, only slight derision and casual acknowledgment could diminish its power. She broke the spell. “Well, it’s kitschy music!” He laughed. “Honestly,” he said, “I never thought I’d hear kitschy and music together in the same sentence. They do not belong together.” Their eyes, happy and twinkling with the demon behind them, returned to the road as they sped along.

the funny thing about this “IT’S A CHARACTER TYLER’S GOT, JEEZ, YOU HYPOCRITICAL PUBLICK!” he doesn’t have any other character as a foil! Quentin Tarantino has Butch in “Pulp Fiction” and Samuel L. Jackson acting as SEMI-good guys or guys with some conscience that conflicts with their environment. South Park has Stan as the “good guy.” so don’t pull that. Tyler has none of that shit. rappers are already homophobic, violent: why do we need a skinny kid in tube socks and second hand 80s clothes to remind us that every rapper with a white audience has lyrics as obvious as his? we don’t need it, Stereogum and Pitchfork. he’s not a genius. he plays the race card whenever anyone criticizes him, he pulls up bullshit rationalizations that try to show how we’re all hypocritical. Tyler feels massively entitled and he’s a bullshitter who plays the race card, like Kanye. if he wanted people to know he was “in character” like a real professional, he’d set up a protagonist in his music, but he’s too much of a coward to be real. he’s a skinny, spoiled brat with a therapist: not a gang banger. he has no tattoos, and he’s still acting hard ? i’d rather listen to a rapper who might get killed ’cause his rhymes are so controversial on the streets, not a rapper who might get an 8.0 on Pitchfork ’cause his rhymes ain’t real enough. there’s a reason Detroit turned on him: ’cause he’s the real hypocrite here. Man up, Tyler. you’re the real coward, if that wasn’t obvious enough, projecting all your insecurities. you and all your fruity fans need to get real. GOBLIN and all your 6th grade word-play gimmicks, gimme a break. it’s all been done before.

i don’t even care. i’m just sick of the amount of energy and time devoted to this group. get back to discovering some musicians, stereogum. too much time is being wasted on Odd Future.

this is disco-revivalism without any musical reference that music trends have changed in 40 years and that disco had a huge backlash. what’s so good about Toro y Moi? his image and music seem so pre-packaged and heavily marketed that we’re led to expect something great, but we receive shit. this song sucks.

i have a feeling conor was like, “Mogis, we’ve had enough publicity for Masters of Folk and our other projects, let’s make a pop song and finally make some money.” you’d be surprised how little money they make.

that said, i’m sick of conor’s free-association lyrical style. he’s pioneered it, but it still needs work; a bunch of opposing subjects mashed up, but no sense made of it. he’ll give you a verse of the things that make people anxious in our “modern times” (trite social commentary), then will give you a half-baked chorus. it’s all half-baked, rushed. he goes from exploiting the Arizona racial profiling bill 9 months ago to singing ebonics “here it come that heavy load” i mean what? i’d like to see him take a few years off from music, or help other people write music/produce some albums, work behind the scenes until he can write good music. he made such a big deal about retiring Bright Eyes, not playing ANY Bright Eyes songs live, and he comes out with this. very underwhelming. when i heard “i must belong somewhere” off Cassadega, I thought, “wow he’s on to something” but this casts doubt on the authenticity of his previous work. i hope the album is good and this is just some kind of filler or fake-out, which still doesn’t bode well for the album’s quality if this is what Conor & Co. use for publicity. whatever. why can’t musicians just gradually progress without taking missteps? infuse dance-pop into their repertoire without going in a completely different direction? why do they have to fuck with their fans by playing shell games with them? conor oberst fans don’t need the tough love of pop songs shoved down our throats. it’s embarrassing to like a band and then see them come out with a sell-out album. don’t they know that? very disappointing. i’m feeling taken for granted by Conor, to be honest. (kinda kidding, kinda not) conor, you’re killing me here!

score one for the gay community !!! lovely song.

Here’s an idea: BANDS! DON’T PLAY SHOWS IN ARIZONA – PLAY IN MEXICO. SHOW YOUR TRUE CHICANO PRIDE, HERMANOS.

Drug laws need to be changed in America. Then, at least, Calderon and Obama could smoke a joint together, shoot up some H, and chill out. The whole conflict has been solely about the drug money the police and drug runners are fighting over. Change drug laws, peace rises between US and Afghanistan, no more threat from biological weapons entering US through Mexico. You know over the summer a Yemeni cleric talked about getting anthrax through the border, unleashing it on Los Angeles? Al Qaeda is already in Mexico. Plans are underway. US needs to respect Mexican culture, but Mexico’s also gotta respect us. Things can get better, or they might have to get worse before they can get better.