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If Pitchfork and Stereogum are the definition of small potatoes, then load me up with starches. Hopefully there’s plenty of room on Billboard and Variety for ‘craps player.’ He can comment on the Hot 100 singles..
I need to understand something, (and this is in no way, shape or form meant to be ignorant) but why is “Cat Stevens” always next to Yusaf Islam’s name whenever there is a song released by him or an article written that involves him. I get that he changed it for Muslim reasons, etc…much respect… but for God’s Sake, the man changed his name in 1978! It can’t still be the ‘ole “Who is Yusaf? Oh yeah, he’s the great folk singer, ya know, the ‘Cat’s in the Cradle’ dude.”
I thought this pic was Austin Powers remaking Whiplash…not gonna lie, I was kinda psyched.
I LOVE the Cassette EP…vibe comes off like early Talking Heads mixed in with a little Wolf Parade.
Allo Darlin’s new one is such a great Fall album..
That was Jay Bennetts song, I believe. And, we all know how that whole thing turned out
Be careful young man….you may on that same lunch break twenty years from now with a free Arcade Fire album in your clutches.
Bravo Eggy…bravo. It’s so easy to lob in random comments in an effort to be cool. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a Motorola store? I hear all the cool kids take their lunch breaks at Verizon…
With much respect, I am very similar to you and I gotta tell ya, I love following all the great personalities that make up the Stereogum comment board. We are a nation!
My mirepoix started with a scuffed up Stones ‘Still Life’ cassette and the sly punk of Talking Heads, then mixed in with a little garage dust of The ‘Mats, Beastie Boy brat rap and ultimately the band that changed the course of my listening joy, The Bends and Radiohead. I’m very proud to love this group of bands.
But…it was that anthem rock of the 80′s and 90′s that started my love affair and one I will never forget or disrespect. It was the air splits of David Lee Roth with the fret tapping of Eddie. It was the bridge between Waters’ Final Cut and the unavoidable baton pass to Gilmour. We’re talking Born in the USA, REM’s Murmur, Back in Black, Mr. Brownstone and yes, Boy and subsequently War…The Unforgettable Fire among so many others. The power of arena rock grew in front of my eyes. I remember the smell of a coliseum, the scalper we met in the hotel I knew by first name still today.
Ya know, (and I apologize for the sports reference) its like that athlete in the twilight of his career. You wanna see that last shot to the gap that he stretches into a double, or the scramble away from a sack before firing a bullet in between tacklers…but you cannot expect it at some point. You just have to let it pass on and covet what memories were given to you while never forgetting what it meant to you as you were living it.
We’re all cynics, I get that, and there’s no better avenue to stroll down with that disposition than with the the internet as our vehicle, and I know we live in different times. Vinyl is dead. The cassette is a memory and the joy of Tuesday mornings and running to the record store to grab Neil Young’s ‘Freedom’ or reading Loders Rolling Stone review of it are long gone..
Keep it up blochhead, I’ll keep reading.
Just trying to keep it real, my man. At the core, everyone here loves music…we all need to bear that in mind before we criticize those who deserve rock and roll immunity. This is a band that is partly responsible for our love affair with it in the first place.