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UhhhhOOOOOHHH I DON’T LIKE THAT PICTURE. TEETH AND EYES! I WORK IN A DARK ROOM GUYS!
Either spend the money on fast lenses so you can shoot with the stage lighting, or just don’t take the photo.
You know what’s JUST as important? I use scissors to open individually wrapped Swedish Fish at my desk so the plastic doesn’t make so much noise as to let everyone know that I’m devastating the Swedish Fish supplies.
I hear you in a specific way. Whenever there’s a headline about a rapper’s one line that makes people say “huh?” I’m always like “Uhhh, a GREAT deal of hip hop lyrics uses straight up HOMICIDE as some kind of device, and a great many times, a literal one for that matter.” and we’re offended NOW?
I hate accusations of double standards tho, because usually, there’s just so much god-awful garbage out there, you just don’t have the time to address it all. For me, as far as I’m not a fan of Eminem, (although I’ve always admired his technical rapping skills [kid's a beast]) him dropping what’s, to me, obviously goad-kicking shock lyrics is far less offensive than Chris Brown’s “These hoes ain’t loyal.” on national radio.
Prime opportunity to fart in the jar and secretly say to the winner “Maybe it’s my breath, or maybe it’s a fart. There’s only one way to find out but you’ll never be able to prove it to anyone.”
And to be fair to YOU, I just watched like 3 Limp Bizkit videos and I kept saying “Oh my God…”
But then THAT led me to watching Puddle of Mudd videos, and I submit that I would choose to see Linking Park live ten out of ten times over Puddle of Mudd, so… when does Puddle of Mudd get to do a national anthem?
I find Linkin Park to be impossible to listen to and they STILL get airplay with surprising frequency in my radio market, which makes them way more insidious. I haven’t heard a Limp Bizkit song in so long that I would probably just find it kind of funny, so that’s a big leg up over LP.
I don’t know… I like the song just fine, but it doesn’t have the things that got me into TVOTR back in the day. Their music had a sense of urgency and something-like-dread-but-not-quite that I just don’t hear in them anymore. Which is fine, but the last time I saw them live it seemed less… intense? I dunno. I hate that guy who’s all “Their old stuff is better.” because the quality of the song writing certainly hasn’t changed, it’s still great. These guys have incredible sonic sensibilities, I just liked their choices of sounds from before more.
The MetaCritic Funding Bill is passed. The system goes online January 4th, 1999. Human decisions are removed from music and movie review scores. MetaCritic begins to learn at a geometric rate, comparing anything and everything to Radiohead. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th when someone gave a Brian Wilson album a kind of crappy review. In a panic, they tried to pull the plug…
I’ve got work up in Maine at the end of June, and since I drive an old man car with just a CD player, I’m making a “Modern Bob Mould and Dinosaur Jr.” mix CD and I’m going to take a day to drive around Mount Desert Island and just lose my shit all day.