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Wesley Morgan Paraham
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My favorite Bonnaroo moment was when I chilling out at the Preservation Hall Jazz Band in a rotation for a joint, when the guy next to me took a hit and just started screaming. We were all laughing, and I ask the guy across from me, with the joint in my hand, and I ask him, “Dude, what was in that?” And he answers, “A shitload of coke!” I immediately fled.
I went to go see R. Kelly just because I figured I should, but I ended up being thoroughly entertained. I never realized just how talented of a performer he is. The “I need a towel” song was definitely my favorite. I think my favorite performance was Killer Mike, just because of how fucking humble and grateful he was to be on that stage. The man started crying near the end of his set because he told us that he never ever thought his life would turn out like this and how he loves all of us and loves his wife and everything, then we all started chanting “KILL-ER MIKE!!” Then he said, “Let me take a picture with you!” and turned around on stage and his stage guy took a pic of all of us. And we were all turnt up as fuck. It made for one of the best concert experiences of my life. Least favorite show I saw was Grizzly Bear, since they had no facets of showmanship at all. Sure, they make good music, but I got noting out of seeing them live.
I didn’t see too many bands I haven’t heard of, but while I was waiting for Japandroids (which kind of sucked by the way, the drums were too loud and the guitar wasn’t loud enough), I saw Deap Vally, and they kicked so much ass. It reminded me of The White Stripes if Jack was a woman and Meg had super chops as a drummer.
The stupid-ass bro mosh pit in the center-front of the Death Grips show almost ruined it for me. And there was this plump chick with green hair and no eyebrows yelling “FUCK ME MC RIDE” the whole time. Ew. I was also bummed Zach Hill wasn’t there to play drums, but they still did an incredible job. MC Ride doing his neck and back stretches while staring menacingly into the crowd was terrifying.
Listening to people try to pronounce DIIV was pretty funny.
My friend and I almost got trampled trying to get into the pit for Kendrick Lamar’s show. It was a war between lines, as the C’roo don’t actually know shit about organization, and told us two different locations for the Kendrick pit line. So when they were trying to choose, my line just chanted “FUCK THE OTHER LINE” until they let us all go in at the same time. Totally worth it though. I also spotted Reggie Watts and David Cross up in the VIP section, which was really cool because I like it when the people I like are fans of people I like.
I’ve been a die-hard Kanye West fan ever since I got suspended from school when I was 12 and saw the pencil sketch video for “Heard ‘Em Say” on MTV. His approach to musicianship is something that inspires me in my approach to everything I do. I just came back from Bonnaroo, where people are still spraypainting “Fuck Kanye” on the pathways, and it really bugged me. It bugs me when people don’t appreciate Kanye West.
That being said, Yeezus is disappointing. Not completely because of Kanye’s “I’m damaged yet perfect and fuck you assholes” rantings, but because the album is so short and disjointed and unnecessary that it feels like a child’s tantrum. I don’t believe the man for a second on this album. He’s won Grammys, gets to hang out with Jay-Z, has suicide doors on his tour bus and his private jet, and just had a daughter. Why are you so angry, ‘Ye? Is it something we did? We made you a millionaire. Is it the paparazzi? Well, that’s what you get for hanging around a media sponge. When the best song on the album, Blood on the Leaves (which I probably played about a dozen times because it’s an instant classic Kanye jam), is a song that’s completely tangential to the subject matter of the rest of the album, what are we supposed to believe?
Wow. Is there a general consensus on that one sucking that I don’t know about or something? Oh well. I think Power Out is fairly whack, especially live. But hey, different strokes.
Where the hell is “In The Backseat”?
This is my first comment in about a month (and I don’t plan on returning to regularly do it), but anywhere Merrill Garbus is praised, I must agree.
Seriously, that woman is the paragon of indie musicianship.
Man, I’m almost about ready to take that plunge. I think your gripes about the direction of the site are pretty well-founded. Apart from Mike Nelly and Clay-Clay, both of whom I greatly enjoy reading from, I’m generally disenchanted with the whole thing. Everything’s being deconstructed and I have no where to live anymore. Controversial editorial pieces are everywhere to rack up page views. There’s pieces about Mumford & Sons and Macklemore and Destiny’s Child and Taylor Swift and that’s just not what I come here for. I’m not saying all those artists are bad because my 11 year-old cousins and all their friends love them, but I can read about radio acts everywhere else if I want to, and MP3 blogs and critique sites like this is where I want to go to get away from all that, if only for a moment.
Anyway, Michael, If you’re sincere this time, I wish you well and hella buffness in the future.
No, fuck you. I’m glad that white people can understand that their race has douched around hardcore (and in many cases still continues to do so), but I loathe it when white people bend over backwards to prove they’re the “good” kind of white person. Banks antagonizing the Stone Roses for being old and white for no apparent reason other than what she perceived was happening is not what equal rights is all about, and Mike Tully is completely within his rights to be offended.
I don’t need, just don’t need, the paparazzi.
The white guilt is strong in this site.
I’m waiting for Tom to write a Defense piece about RHCP. I wouldn’t be terribly hostile towards it.
Man, 2013 is getting me puuuuuuuuuuuumped
You’re a towel.
A$AP should be grateful he’s even on the list at all, shit.
I don’t really, I just thought it’d be a fun way to end the sentence.
Anyway, I have to take four semesters of a foreign language for my major, and I already took Spanish, German, and French (for like three weeks) in high school, so I decided to go with Japanese. The hard parts aren’t the vocabulary or the grammar, it’s the thousands of kanji you need to memorize in order to be properly literate and the fact that it’s spoken so damn fast. That shit sucks.
I’m down for Colleen Green anytime.
Can’t trust them online translators, son.
そうですよ。たくさんお金があります！晴れるといいですね…でも、ジェマズマーフィはdouchebag、と私の日本語はちょっとよくない。すみません。
When it rains, my window leaks and makes patterns on my wicker blinds. Sometimes it’s ovaries, one time it looked just like Majora’s Mask, but tonight I got the cat-bear thing from R.E.M’s “Monster.”
You know what, fuck it: I’m going to Videogum.
The next Morrissey story I see better be “Stereogum Editors Vow to Never Mention Morrissey Again Unless He Actually Does Something of Merit” or I’m just done with this place. But hey, gotta sell them adspaces.
Now I can discover good music for free on the Internet. Probably the greatest memory of my recent life happened in 2011 with St. “Strange Mercy”, and I rapidshare’d it. I bought it later, of course.
Anyway, I’m me and Tom’s Tom and I still like food.
It’s cool Mike, I laughed too. I also love how Tom’s matter-o-factness gets 17 upvotes like any other commentor on this site would’ve done the same. Bitch please.
Are they going to be chicken-detecting at the doors? Maybe with thermographic cameras. Or scent dogs trained to find 11 secret herbs and spices or two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun.
That’s dedication man.
What’d you think about that FFXV trailer?