This is making me seriously rethink the artistic integrity of the MTV Europe Music Awards

I want to go slap that photographer. It would have been weird for him to be naked? Weirder than a grown man who is so obsessed with his own baby picture that he has to jump in a pool every few years to remind us? Let the man enjoy his 15 minutes with his wang out.

Really enjoying watching y’all try to type out these song names.

Michael, you truly are the best in the game at Music Journalism right now. This is phenomenal.

Jay’s really gonna sell Tidal for scrap, hey? He can’t go under spotify’s user base and pay artists proper and he can’t go over the top of apple’s exclusives. There’s literally no home for Tidal in the market, even if the interface is real neat-o.

Happy Bday to dat Lobsterman!!!!!

reading… reading…

…something like the difference between OK Computer and Kid A…

There it is! Indie rock Bingo!

One thing white people definitely have the right skin color for is completely sucking the nuance out of any discussion of race and making it entirely about their own hurt feelings

Going to see Sigur Ros tomorrow night. Stoked to hear “Eyjafjallajökull” and that one song about whales fucking.

Fuck him.

This discussion is simply not necessary. It’s a result of an obsession with skin color, which is just an unimportant trait, and victimhood culture.

There’s always someone saying that white people have the wrong skin color to do this or that… Is anyone going to tell us which things black people shouldn’t do/have because their skin color is the wrong one?

It’s also on the short list to be the most irritating, although it’s got a steep hill to climb to be more irritating than a She & Him Christmas album.

Manly and insufferable.

There’s so many songs in Enema that I would include before Dont Leave Me, starting with Mutt which is great and should’ve been here.
This dudes got me hard into music maybe 10 years ago (i was a late bloomer) when blink were already on their indefinite hiatus. Then in 2009 they reunited and it was my dream to see the live, which was a huge dream since i dont live in the usa and not a lot of artist come here to my country. Couple months before my 18 birthday my father called me and he had his computer in front with a chart of the Ford Amphiteatre in Tampa (nearest flight from my country). He said to me “choose a seat”. Needless to say, i was blown away. We were not a wealthy family or anything, this was completely unexpected. He came with me, we spend 4 days in tampa and we went together to the concert. I remember we met 4 huge guys (you northamericans are damn tall) in their 20s who decided to play ball with us while we were on the early line to get some merch; i remember finding a 20$ bill on the floor among the chaos when they opened the door and with that I bought my father, who was left behind, the same shirt i bought for me in his size. He stoically endured every song (he hated loud music) seated in his seat while i went crazy jumping and screaming on the tiny space i had far away form the stage. I almost have no memories of the event itself, i spent it with my head turned off just literally living the dream. Pretty cool dad i have huh?
Anyway, since then it has been a looong way deeper into music, but i hold this dudes in my heart.