Am I still allowed to vocalize my disdain for Pomplamoose? Because I will.
Co-sign, backed hard, fuck Pomplamoose, fuck everyone who ever does this.
SHOTS FIRED.
So Pinterest is like tumblr
for every girl I went to high school with who enjoys syncing as many outside things to her Facebook as possible. I get it now.
On point.
Jeff Mangum will release a 5-disc expanded edition of In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, featuring demos, outtakes, positive reviews of the album read aloud by Barack Obama, negative reviews of the album read aloud by Pauly Shore and then savaged by a panel of our most respected music critics, an hour of Mangum crying into a pillow, and of course the songs themselves, remastered and accentuated by woozy synths. Nobody will say “hey, those twenty songs you wrote fifteen years ago were great, but you’re a songwriter, right? Well then why don’t you write some fucking songs.
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Back Left Litz’ 2012 Predictions. That’s a home run. |
includes fascinating portrayals of casual drug use at house parties, how the author/protagonist had conversations about post-punk while seeing his mate’s band perform at some shitty small venue, internal monologues about consumerism while observing people in a mall and that time when the protagonist had an epiphany about living in the moment while walking in the rain
I thought about the one idea I had for a novel ever earlier today. I was worried it was this but it’s not this but it’s not much better. (This is obviously spot on even though I love lots of the sorts of books it’s targeting).
I have married broken spoke charging smoke wheels
Spit and swallowed opioids
Spit and swallowed opioids
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| — | I like the new Wilco song as much as the next plaid-wearing 401(k) holder, but these lyrics could have come from a javascript Jeff Tweedy lyrics generator. (via yourmonkeycalled) |
