“Untitled #7,” a track about, “a sexually ambiguous dolphin called Tonay who is on his way across the ocean to meet his estranged Dad and confront him about the Christmas that tore them apart,”

Do people actually think this sort of thing is cool? That song is pretty good, but that pretentious, look-how-hip-we-are song description really turned me off.

Some time ago I came across a nice haul in a thrift store. It obviously belonged to a fan of soul/funk. James Brown, Marvin Gaye, The Shirelles, etc. Was not a huge one, but there was some awesome stuff. Ritchie Havens Something Else Again was in there, and it turned out to be the gem of the bunch. That boy could play a mean guitar and sitar.

Big loss. His covers really defined the 70′s.

Why compare him to Warhol though? Granted Sticky Fingers and The Velvet Underground & Nico are great, but he only designed a handful, and not all of them are good. Silk Electric is pretty terrible actually.

Storm should be mentioned alongside true masters like Alex Steinweiss (Columbia), and Reid Miles (Blue Note), not an artist who happened to do a few covers.

Shouldn’t he be back on his Anti-Canada stuff? it is that time of year.

You can be a perfectly healthy vegetarian without taking supplements. The same can’t be said for some of the more extreme vegan options. Steve Jobs is a pretty good example of this.

There really is no such thing as the right diet. Each one is going to have its pros and cons in terms of health, impact on the environment, and “moral issues.” Then there’s the whole taste thing. Vegans can go on about how they’re not missing out, but they are. Any that tell you otherwise probably don’t enjoy food all that much.

Anyone know where I can get a pink polo shirt?

UPDATE:

Morrissey has now insisted The Staples Center will go 100% Green by cancelling his show.

He’s just suffering from Noel Gallagher syndrome. Sadly, it’s incurable.

There’s a fine line.

John Lennon hit his first wife, and generally treated women pretty poorly until Yoko. Hard to stop listening to The Beatles though.

Chris Brown on the other hand has nothing going for him, and no shame, so he’s pretty easy to boycott.

Of course, I can understand the general indie-rock annoyance of Creed; they do plenty of annoying shit. They dress like assholes. They write vague and portentous lyrics that hold up to absolutely no scrutiny. This may be strawmanning, but their popularity seems to bespeak a deeply problematic white-people longing for a Renaissance-era simplicity that probably never existed. When he drops ‘higher’ on the chorus of “Higher,” Scott Stapp sounds a little too proud of himself, the same way Chad Kroeger once sounded too proud of his own ‘Higher’ on “Just To Get High.” And it’s not really his fault, but Scott’s marriage to Jaclyn Nesheiwat is enough to piss off anyone who’s seen a Miss New York pageant a couple of times. But as Creed prepare to dominate this weekend’s Grammys and headline an assload of festivals this summer, it’s worth noting that the fundamentals of their big-tent uplift are strong.

I love Futura. Hell, it’s what caught my eye when I bought their first record.

That script is used horribly though. Unless of course the designers intention was to cram everything so tight together it becomes borderline illegible. If so, he/she did a good job.