Wesley Morgan Paraham
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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.
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.
So you had 45 dollars and no food, and decided to buy CDs?
I can’t wait to get all hot n sweaty with my Death Grips bro.
dude’s got a fishface