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Would you consider Pablo Honey Britpop? “Creep” still feels very grunge, but “Anyone Can Play Guitar” seems like it would fit in pretty well with Oasis’ catalog.
This reminds me. Next week we should do The 10 Best Powerman 5000 Songs.
Let’s just watch Last Days and call it a night.
Someone’s not getting their security deposit back.
Truth. At this point, I’m content to just pretend he never existed.
I’d like to posit an odd theory: Sufjan Stevens doesn’t just love Jesus Christ. He is IN love with him.
I get this idea from a variety of sources: Sufjan’s inability (or refusal) to pin down sexuality in his songs, especially on Illinois (Casimir Pulaski Day, Predatory Wasp). The tenderness of the lyrics, such as:
“I’d swim across Lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you”
And how different this sounds than anything else that I’ve ever heard called a Christian album. These aren’t praise songs, a la “Awesome God” or “God of Wonder”. These are love songs.
Of course, it’s entirely possible I’m just projecting. I’ve been in the position of having both been in love with a really good male friend and having had that same friend save my life when I felt I wasn’t worth saving. If that isn’t a solid Christ metaphor, I don’t know what is.
Although, upon reading his attempt to prescribe “cures” for mental illness, I’m more than a little flabbergasted. Lecturing people on how to deal with their own mental illness when you clearly have such a poor grasp of your own? Woof.
Sorry to bring it up, but I missed the initial smashdown, so here are my unasked for two cents.
I genuinely feel sympathy for michael. It’s hard to deal with what has to be a serious depression that causes him to have so much anger and frustration. I often have it, too. But dude, if you’re still out there, reading – you really do need some help, because whatever you’re doing right now isn’t helping you. I hope that you don’t push people away in the same fashion in your life away from the computer, because (at least for me) the best thing I have is the people around me to support me when I’m weak.
*scans list* Arctic Monkeys, Libertines….
Poor Kasabian. I guess NME’s love affair with them is over.
I saw 12 Years a Slave last week too. It made me truly, deeply, madly sad.