Here's some other shit I wrote this week with my big boy pants on, just in case you're into "reading."
- The Black Eyed Peas chain your brain to their basement dungeon of damned professional affability.
Stockholm syndrome refers to the condition in which hostages develop positive feelings for their captors, but there’s also a corollary in pop music. It happens when a group’s music — an album that sells 11 million copies, and yields five Top 10 singles, say — hijacks your aural space so aggressively that the listener is pummeled into acquiescence... Boston Globe
- Two questions: Why are so many bands performing single-album reunion tours lately? And why am I not ashsamed to admit I liked this Dashboard Confessional record?
When you think about nostalgia-minded single album tours—ones where a band play a classic album front-to-back in its entirety—it used to be old-timers dusting off the hits of yore for one more go ‘round. When Roger Waters or REO Speedwagon do it, it seems like a case of fueling up the wayback machine for Granddad. If it’s an actively touring icon like Bruce Springsteen, it’s a chance to break up the monotony for fans who’ve seen him perform dozens of times. You probably don’t think about the type of bands you actually give a shit about doing the same thing—maybe indie heroes like the Pixies performing Doolittle for a long overdue makeup call cash-in ... Alternative Press
- Platform wants you to look at my post about making fun of white trash. OR DO THEY?
- What are you supposed to be drinking next? How about an Indonesian "rum"?
Like anything else that people get really, really into - Internet porn, for example - once you've started chasing the infinite possibilities inherent in mixing cocktails down the boozy rabbit hole, you need to work harder to make things interesting. That's why desensitized tipplers turn to increasingly exotic cocktail ingredients and esoteric recipes to get that dopamine going. So while we covered the trend of tiki cocktails a while back in this magazine, the idea of plain old rum drinks just doesn't get our rocks off anymore. Yawn. What else you got? Stuff
- In case you missed it on Street Carnage:
Went out to your old hometown bar on Thanksgiving eve? Got into a fist fight with your high school best friend and then threw up on your ex while you two were trying to have a quickie in the alley behind the pub? Luke O'Neil tried to save you
So you’d do an awkward stop-and-chat, filling each other in on the past five or ten years of shared mediocrity, then you’d be like, “Nice to see you, I gotta run,” and you’d speed out of there on your roller blades, because everyone rollerbladed everywhere back then, if I’m remembering it correctly..... Street Carnage
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