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That is a rather silly and apocryphal sounding tale. Old boy couldn’t finish the “project” before or after the show? The Cleve ain’t that far from NYC.
I luv this. All of it. Well, there’s only two things, but I love both.
The Neighborhood Council is a much better name. Decent song: 6 out of 10 boners.
This Ryan Dicks fellow is my kinda d00d.
They ran out of songs already written?!?
It’s just you. While this song, “Who Makes Your Money,” is not that great, Spoon does have some absolutely fantastic songs. Britt Daniels voice is something that proficiency alone can never deliever, and that is uniqueness, which is far more important while working in the rock idiom–whether it be indie, hard, crack or what have you.
This is so utterly awful.
I have degrees from lawyer school and english degree school. Do you have any suggestions for learning how to interpret “things” better?
What struck me about this song was its complete and utter mediocrity. Ordinarly, I would think “complete and utter” would be difficult to pair with “mediocrity,” but this song manages to pull off that virtuoso feat. The lyrics are trite feel good nonsense. To wit, “If there’s a God up in the air/ Someone looking over everyone/ At least you’ve got something to fall back on.” This literally makes no sense. It is a nonstatement of nothing without the benefit of at least the sound of the words being pleasing to the ear. Tell me there’s a God. Tell me there’s no God. Take a position. If, inded, BOH. Moving on. Musically, this sounds like a better than average band from Anywhere, USA. Melodically, it feels like its right on the cusp of being cool, but doesn’t quite achieve it. Completely and utterly mediocre.
You’re probably right about that. Such is life. The band is pretty good, nonetheless.
This lady was much hotter in the smaller photo. I feel kind of betrayed.
Wow. This shit sux so bad. It makes throw up in my mouth and anus simultaneously. Bring back the MGMT hate. It’s justified now.
This is quite excellent.