Wesley Morgan Paraham
fuck all you motherfuckers #TeamShelley
I don’t think it’s the direction rocknroll is headed, mostly because this is more new wave than anything and that happened like a million years ago.
also I just remembered how hype I got for Odd Future after that shit. Whatever; I still think they’re cool.
that tUnE-yArDs performance was fantastic, yeah. I feel like the S’Gum doesn’t like her though. Which sucks because her music is almost embarrassingly better than most stuff that gets covered.
(not that you’re doing a bad job or anything, crew)
I really think Letterman just brings out the fucking beast in bands more than any other late night show. Remember Wolf Like Me? That Feel Good Inc one? The one where the Beastie Boys starts the show in the streets? God. Maybe it’s the gap.
Nice War Games reference. I’m not even being sarcastic; that movie is real shit.
how you gon know you made typos and then not go fix them? trife.
oh my god, what?? We’re published!
Maybe someday, guys. Maybe someday. I use my real name, which is indeed Wesley Morgan Paraham, everywhere on the Internet (like a dumbass) so if you really wanted to find it, it honestly wouldn’t be that hard.
Even if I have friends or acquaintances who have made it to the big leagues (my ex-girlfriend’s cousin is Dave Ghrol and I was a total fucking idiot and left her) your sentiments and a +13 make me feel like Yeezy.
also I feel like I have to clarify that I’m not an idiot for leaving her because of a potential connection (which is just a silly unrealistic thought) but because I love her and I’m gonna call her right now and tell her I want to make mulatto babies with her and i should probably not even touch my phone because i’m full of rex goliath
Can I just tell everyone a story?
I was at the local dive bar, where all of us super-cool kids drink Yuengling and 6 dollar PBR pitchers, talking to my friend Leo about music. But, not really about music — more about Pitchfork reviews of music. It was tantamount to what we’re doing here right now in this comment thread. Our friend Marianne came over to the table, and asked us what we’re talking about. We said, “You know, just music geek shit, whatever.” She said, “Oh yeah? Which bands?” Then we tell her we’re actually talking about the politics of music scoring and what albums we think are going to get BNMs and which ones aren’t. She scrunched her face and condescendingly giggled. She said, “Wait, so you’re not actually talking about music, but music reviews?”
Marianne got up and left the table.
Leo brushed it off, but for me, that moment lingered like must. We certainly weren’t talking about music, we were talking about the people who take the music and use it to create frivolous Internet numbers. Then you think about how not-so-frivolous those numbers are, seeing as to how sites like Pitchfork and Stereogum are worth a fucking fortune. And that’s just weird! It’s not that I don’t appreciate these sites, it’s just how the fuck did I go from listening to music because I love nothing else more on this Earth (except for maybe Final Fantasy) to listening to music so I can just tell people what I thought of it, or talk about what other people thought of it? That’s not what that shit’s for, homies. It’s just not.
So the next morning, I decided to take these feelings and use them to get back on my grind as a musician and stop paying so much attention to the propagation of the holy music canon. I got out my M-Track and my bass and my synths and my mics and whatever else I had laying around from when I actually cared about that shit, downloaded some DAW software and just let whatever happen. I got a couple tracks out that I knew weren’t my best but I was still proud of. Put it on Bandcamp and shared it with my friends on Facebook, and most of them liked it. Matt Adams called me a hipster and said that the music “burned his Facebook feed” and then unfriended me, so that was funny. A girl I’m hopelessly insane for (and honestly trying to avoid) came up to me at the same bar weeks later and told me she loved it. I had people I don’t know telling me they liked it. I still feel shitty, though.
Anyway, I’m not trying to plug anything, I just kind of wanted somewhere to write this.
Most of you probably won’t pay any attention, and that’s totally okay, because I love you all the same.
sorry just wanted to see if it was auto or something
lesson learned: don’t fuck wit tha shorties.
I just went back and read through that. This one from Rob Casper is my favorite:
“we had internal discussions at Stereogum as to whether we should post the story”
yet probably zero discussions concerning whether to post anything further about r kelly, apparently
An accusation like this could haunt Conor Oberst his entire career, in much the same way that Tom Breihan will always be haunted by his posts on Stereogum.
just because I like Tom jokes.
I’m gonna have to weigh in on the insincere emotional heft, Mr. Whale.
The depths to which songs on Strange Mercy in particular dig, “Year of the Tiger”, “Surgeon”, the titular track, “Dilettante”, are pretty hefty when you think about that. Especially for someone who has felt loneliness due to love, fear for the future, insecurity about artistic sincerity in comparison to other artists, etc.
If memory serves me correctly (as I am currently too lazy to do proper research at the moment, forgive me), Strange Mercy was recorded while Clark was purposely isolating herself due to depression or information overload from how terrible and noisy NYC and smartphones and stuff are (sup Savages), Of course, these are all pretty common feelings that aren’t exclusive to artists or musicians or the folks that latch onto the life, but hey — there aren’t too many people who have expressed it as well as Clark did on Strange Mercy.
But I’ll give you Actor and Marry Me (I didn’t even like Marry Me that much) are just down-ass albums that don’t give off too much feely-weelys.
whoa whoa whoa man, my friend Maddie put out an album last week and it’s pretty dope. Like all our friends are listening to it.
lol hey newtown?
tune-yards? man I’m putting in for the time off work right the fuck now.
hell yeah man, now I can give myself legit strangers instead of sitting on my left hand for five minutes like a dumbass
My parents bought me the Wal-Mart clean version of this album for my birthday that year. I’ve been a Kanye West fan since I was 11.
That’s really fucking weird.
This shit came out when I was 12, dog.
Yeah, that is pretty bullshitty, but this quote though:
“There is no subject more compelling to New York media than New York media.”
I mean, that’s kinda true. NYC sucking it’s own dick is getting quite old.