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You’re not good at sarcasm are you?

She just wanted to take the stairs.

“And for him to say that all the other guys loved him, they would never come out and talk about how much they despise Kliph. They’re not like that.”

Oh, they’re not like that, but you can come out and say they DESPISE him? Holy fuck that’s the most wicked shit. Wayne acting like he’s the good guy, giving Kliph multiple chances, “Maybe he’ll change!” Then saying that the other silent, kinder, quieter band members actually loathed the guy? What a crock of shit.

So to make him look like a good guy, he throws the rest of the Lips under the bus? You kick out Kliph because you can’t have haters in The Flaming Lips, but according to Wayne, everybody in the band BUT Wayne DESPISED Kliph? Can someone please explain how that works to me? Because I can’t wrap my tiny raptor brain around it.

IN OTHER NEWS: You hear Oklahoma is getting a Satanic monument? They just finished the preliminary sketch:

My personal theory about this whole incident is that someone was mad about something, and then they weren’t mad anymore.

I felt the attack was more “Lightning Kick” (pictured below) as opposed to the “Spinning Bird Kick” (pictured above)

every generation gets the fred durst they deserve

I was 10 when this album came out. At the time I was a burgeoning “Agressive Inline” skater and spending a lot of time at the newly opened warehouse skatepark in town called (because of course it was) The Zone. I would take breaks and go outside and hang out with the older kids while they smoked cigarettes and took hauls off bottles of Boone’s Farm and played tapes on one of these…

I remember distinctly when I first heard “Surf Wax America” and “In the Garage” thinking some version of “wow, these guys are just singing about stuff they’re doing, like normal stuff, but it sounds so AWESOME!” I finally got the album myself and the first time I heard “Only in Dreams” I decided it was my favorite song ever. “Only in Dreams” remains my favorite song ever. Those feedback lines are like dancing partners, one dips the other and they split and come back together and swerve and drop out to harmonize and then *BAP-BAPBAP-BAPBAP*… glory.

Years later my then band would play a 4 night residency at our friend Adam’s house while his parents were away. The even was dubbed Tinklefest and there were theme nights the last couple. The final night was a costume part for which I came dressed as Hunter Thompson and my friend Dan rocked a sweet Margaret Thatcher getup complete with blue wig, we got some looks on the bike ride over…

We had our instruments permanently set up in the living room, so we could basically just hop on and play a set whenever we felt like it. That final night we played a cover of “Say It Ain’t So” to a tiny living room packed with about 50-60 people. There was crowd surfing, there was spilling booze, mostly there was everybody singing along. Screaming along. That was both one of the best moments of my life and the moment I realized that “Say It Ain’t So” is the kind of song, (and this the kind of album) that comes along once in a generation. I’ll never forget it.

Maybe next time, Jay Z will think twice before revealing Game of Thrones spoilers.

Favorite part: “The dog isn’t our dog, the dog is a famous Instagram dog that we happened to be in the presence of – Mayor B is an Instagram dog. And he wears everything. He only wears things that obviously his owners must think are cool. One of them is a John Lennon New York shirt with glasses. I don’t think Mayor B is saying, “Look how stupid and hateful I am” to John Lennon. I got the feeling that Mayor B was wearing [the headdress] for the same reasons that Gwen Stefani or anybody else would wear it, because it’s cool-looking.”

That really might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever read from a public figure.

If you aren’t aware that Twitter is more important to music writers careers these days than their actual work, then you are delusional.

Shout out to all of the pro-Videogum downvoters.

Good to know that all it takes to get a paid gig writing job these days is a GChat account, an every day conversation topic, throw in a contact to an indie rock musician and know how to copy and paste your conversation into a post, and voila! Easy money.

Whoops, 951 lol.

Where the hell is Stereogum getting these people, though? I don’t recognize 90% of the by-lines on this site anymore and never see them again.

I have no idea who Patric Fallon is and he only has 100 Twitter followers, so I didn’t bother reading this.

In the Premature Evaluation comments for the new Coldplay album, someone argued that music critics are disproportionately celebrating pop music to compensate for rejecting so much of it. Agree or disagree, I can imagine a similar wave happening as we enter this “PostEDM” phase. Fans of electronic music are expecting Porter Robinson to lead to a similar shift. He’s a phenom. Regardless of his genre, that a 21 year old from North Carolina demonstrates such a compelling musical vision is worth celebrating. A few years ago, patrons and supporters of music websites like Stereogum weren’t ready for arguments posing “In defense of Skrillex”. That could change. Frankly I hope it does. There are producers like Robinson ready to wake us out of our chillwave, Washed Out limbo. At least, they deserve an equal place in the conversation.