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The news of this Extreme hiatus has left me rather “hole hearted.” I’d need “more than words” to convey how I feel.
“With the loss of hair comes an attendant growth of ego,” so says the super unscientific study I’ve conducted with a sample size of Smashing Pumpkins and Pixies.
Nice. Let’s cyber fist bump about our excellent taste.
The top 5 probably has the same ingredients for everyone, but for me it goes 1) white 2) revolver 3) abbey road 4) sgt pepper’s 5) rubber soul.
I have to agree with the apparently downvote-able sentiment being expressed elsewhere in the thread that the humor here is pretty lazy, as it relies a bit too heavily on “haha gay” and “haha fat.” Similarly, I agree that there’s nothing inherently funny or hard to watch about two men kissing. Gotta get over that, folks. That said, I found Franco’s Kanye imitation hilarious, so overall I think this was a worthwhile albeit sloppily executed effort.
I’m torn: present day David Byrne says I should worry about the government, but David Byrne from 36 years ago told me to not worry about the government. What’s next, not running away from psycho killers? I dunno… I have grave misgivings about so-called “stand your ground” laws, David.
I think “Arcade Fire: not god awful, but massively overrated and kind of corny” is the perfect summation of how I feel about them as well. Their whole schtick is just… not for me.
And to answer the question the article poses: is it OK? Sure, why not, knock yourselves out. Is it stupid? Yes, it’s stupid. It’s incredibly stupid.
I’mma let you finish, but Amy Grant had the best “Big Yellow Taxi” cover of all time.
I think this is the most baldly autobiographical song in the Malkmus canon, which is kind of hilarious, seeing as it’s still basically inscrutable.
Also: is it just me or is it weird how underrated his solo/Jicks catalog is? I feel like aside from the diehards (of which I’m admittedly one), no one really gives a shit about those albums. Hell, I’ll ride with all of them, and I’d say some are on par with the 2nd tier Pavement albums. How can you be a living legend and be undervalued at the same time? A head scratcher, that.
Good stuff all around. Also: this is a really great song.
I’m confused. First Miley’s inveighing against those who would have the gall to stop, and now she’s asking that people please stop. She’s all over the place, this one.
Shit, they played “Harness Your Hopes?” That’s just the best.
I’m sorry but I won’t sit idly by while people fuck with the letter C. That’s some bullshit.
While some of the marketing strategy may have been innovative, they also employed some tried and true industry methods of generating buzz like, for instance, spelling words wrong. “Reflector.” Oh. a properly spelled word. How drab. “Reflektor?” COMPELLING! BNM! CALL THE GRAMMY ENGRAVER!
Lou Barlow springs to mind as a good addition here, though he didn’t really flourish in or accept the second banana role until the reunion (“Lose”/”Poledo” notwithstanding). Barlow’s other band is a good example as well: the Eric Gaffney songs gave some life to those early Sebadoh albums, and he was a better foil to Barlow than Lowenstein, although the latter’s songs on Bakesale were pretty solid. I’d like to also note that I think the new Sebadoh album is kind of terrible, for what it’s worth; not that Gaffney could have helped with that.
And good call on Kannberg. If we leave “Hit the Plane Down” out of the conversation, I uniformly enjoy his contributions to Pavement’s albums. Some of his non-album tracks were great too –– “Painted Soldiers” belongs in the conversation of the top 50 or so Pavement songs.
I’ll take Babyface = Rick Rubin all day
A natural comparison. Take for instance “Layla” and “Kim.” They are basically the same song: both have a woman’s name in the title, both are semi-autobiographical, etc. The only slight difference is that while Clapton opted for a stately piano and slide guitar-driven outro, Em thought it wiser to shout “Bleed bitch, bleed!” repeatedly. A minor difference –– they both could have gone either way. Same goes for “Tears in Heaven” and “’97 Bonnie and Clyde,” another case of two songs about their children that are informed by similar themes: coping with separation, loss, etc.
Pshhhhhhhh…. Oh now this person’s coming in being all like “it says sputter-pop.” HA!!! Like you’re some big shot with your reading comprehension. What you can’t even begin to process, man, is how totally happening and out of sight things were back before you even showed up. I remember it like it was 2:25 PM: free love reigned supreme –– it was like we were ensconced in a fog of raw sensuality, bodies touching bodies with all of society’s fascistic notions of propriety tossed aside; mind-expanding drugs available everywhere you looked; a spirit of enthusiasm and creativity rushed through the air; there was a tangible vibe that radical, egalitarian social and political change was imminent and we were going to be the ones that made it happen; and most importantly, there was a typo in the article.
A slutter pop is like an otter pop, but it’s for sluts. Or slutty otters. Either way, a delicious frozen treat.
His hair is stupid.
First of all, “Unseen Power of the Picket Fence.” Second, I love being transported back to ’90s MTV, with its social consciousness and its awareness raising and its Bill Bellamy and what not. Those were good times.
To commemorate Lou, I will spend the rest of my day putting jelly on my shoulder and doing what I fear most. He would have wanted it this way.
Great news. I’ll stop by after I hit up the big Jnco sale at Zumiez.
What the fuck does “have fun at dinner” mean? Why wouldn’t someone have fun at dinner? You should enjoy your meals!
I’m sorry, but this album simply isn’t necessary; we all know so-called “glorious arena-rock disco” reached its apex with Kiss’s “Dynasty.” Call me when Arcade Fire writes the equivalent of “I Was Made for Loving You.”