The next pale ale’s on me if you do.
I haven’t! Shit, I’ll have to track that down. I knew he had some stuff in Da Capo, he mentioned it in the column where he talks about mp3jays.
Yeah, man, Puritan Blister is my favourite column of all time. I’ve read through it so many times I think I know it back to front. William Bowers is inspiration-status, for sure.
Stunning. Can’t believe I slept on ‘em for so long.
With additional appearances from KAPOW!KRAKEN, Cassian, Unity Floors, and Palms.
If you listen to two more guitar records this year, make them Dollar Bar’s and Unity Floors’. The former I compared to Speedy Ortiz, the latter to Royal Headache x Bitch Prefect, if that sells you.
The day the music died, I called an Apple store. If the problem was more than the battery, and if the original engraving will be lost, could I get a new one? Could the back of my iPod read simply, “HELP”?
“Oh, the Beatles,” the associate said, ” I get that.”
No, my friend, I thought, lonelier than I’ve ever, ever been. I was referencing the Dolly Parton cover version.
Cover albums should at this point come with low expectations.
—Mark, on the new Xiu Xiu-covers-Nina Simone album, apparently having never heard all of the next-level pop-punk cover albums like New Found Glory’s From the Screen to Your Stereo I and II, Four Year Strong’s Explains It All, and let’s not forget the Punk Goes… compilation series.
Ask yourself why you haven’t gotten way into Collarbones yet.
Growing up my older brothers and sisters referred to people that listened to rap as “trendies” and referred to themselves as “metallers” and would get into fights with the trendies down the road at the Plaza. Inquiring into what the trendies listened to I was informed they listened to MC Hammer. I remember hiding in the pylon field next to our house so my siblings couldn’t hear me while listened to ‘U Can’t Touch This’ and literally cried because I couldn’t believe how good it sounded and it dawned on me that I in fact must be a trendy.
A series of reflections and lists from Crawlspace editors and artists regarding the year that was 2013.
This is the most essential piece of Australian music writing this year, featuring contributions from all kinds of figures from the Australian underground. It’s kind of dense if you’re not at least passingly familiar with what’s going on here (I feel like I’m only hip to 2/3 of the bands/people mentioned and this is ostensibly my life) but by the same token, it’s a pretty comprehensive look at some great bands and scenes not being written about anywhere but on Crawlspace.
Last week a friend who works for the Post gchatted me asking my height. “Doing a story on short guys?” I replied. The result was this piece.
Here’s the portion of the gchat conversation from which my main quotation is drawn:
well, it’s just a fact of life that most women taller than me aren’t willing to date me
but, like, i wouldn’t really call that discrimination. i mean, people are allowed to pick who they date, you know?
god knows most shorter women aren’t ultimately interested in me either, though normally for more complex reasons
A little more nuanced, right? Any media outlet is going to cut down a soundbite and reduce it’s complexity, but you have to know going in with the Post that whatever you say will be shaded and massaged to within an inch of its life.
So why did I agree to participate in such a silly exercise, for a paper I more or less despise? (Especially since my participation is becoming a troubling pattern.) Clearly I derive unhealthy pleasure from seeing my name in the paper, even under vaguely embarrassing circumstances. I have more in common with reality stars than I care to admit.
Nick, you are a tabloid reporter’s dream. Never change.
Now that’s the kinda poor people humour I can get behind.