JAKE CLELAND

Certain people make a very large impression on you. It’s almost always the people that’re the kindest, the most genuine, sincere people. Never the people who’re really negative, those kind of people just disappear over the years. It’s the people like her where I actually knew who that was as soon as I found out, because she’d been there over the years and was just the sweetest person. I remember the meet and greets where she’d come up and she’d always have something nice to share. She always had something nice to say. She always seemed very genuine. One of the things I remember was that she always seemed like she was looking out for a lot of younger fans, which was really awesome, to see that kind of kindness come from somebody. You do get to know the really good ones, you know? The really good people are the ones who stand out. It was really upsetting for me to find out she passed away.

Gerard Way talking about the recent death of a My Chemical Romance fan.

I interviewed Gerard Way and it was OVERWHELMING. Got a bit dark-confessional there but I’ve never maintained a facade of professionalism more than tenuously and when you get 20 minutes to talk to someone who’s played such a significant role in your not-being-not-alive status and you’re probably never going to talk to them ever again in your life, well, what’s one to do?

We talked about comics and music too, though.

whatsgrouse:

Savoy: not grouse

mate pull ya fuckin head in 

whatsgrouse:

Savoy: not grouse

mate pull ya fuckin head in 

paging @tandess

paging @tandess

Consequences will never be the same.

Consequences will never be the same.

Been a helluva week.

Been a helluva week.

My sisters are very funny and very real. They’re the only people to whom I can say “Alison Wonderland is more health goth than sports luxe” and then get into the distinctions without anyone involved rolling their eyes. I spent all day hanging out with them and my family because it is Father’s Day, and it was good.

My sisters are very funny and very real. They’re the only people to whom I can say “Alison Wonderland is more health goth than sports luxe” and then get into the distinctions without anyone involved rolling their eyes. I spent all day hanging out with them and my family because it is Father’s Day, and it was good.

oceanofantics asked: Do you consider Pitchfork's editorial policy to be more rockist or poptimist? Is it changing?

markrichardson:

IMO, it’s more rockist and always will be. As I’ve said before, no one identifies themselves as a “rockist” b/c it’s usually a pejorative term, so I don’t think of myself or Pitchfork in that way. But album reviews continue to be central to what Pitchfork is, and that in itself is a rockist idea. If you are especially concerned with albums, you’re probably a rockist, no matter what else you have going on. I am in this category.

The good thing about albums as a format is that they’re longer, and therefore contain more music, so if you like something, you get heaps more of it. If all singles were 2 hour happy hardcore mega mixes, this wouldn’t be a problem. Rockism: solved.

jakec:

"im gonna get u wet / a night u wont forget" the tsunami was really feelin itself tonite. "shake shake shake that bottle and make it pop!" hundreds of homes were obliterated.  "uhhhhhhh / im gonna get u wet." the death toll climbed into the thousands.

Same with this.

The Unappreciated Genius Of LMFAO.

I’m as shocked as you this never made it into Da Capo.

jakec:

LMFAO’s absurd popularity following their collaboration with walking punchline Lil Jon made total sense. “Shots” was dumb as fuck but in the way that pop critics and Diesel are preaching as the modus operandi of the new gen. It’s all about dumb as a synonym for fun now, uncomplicated ebullience, no aspiration but for the rapture of the club. The music video for “Party Rock Anthem” is the literal realisation of the apocalyptic decadence that’s fueled the last few years of pop anthems. From Cobra Starship’s “Guilty Pleasure” (“If the world is ending, I’m throwing the party”) to Britney’s “Til The World Ends” - the remix of which features Ke$ha, who’s arguably one of the harbingers of this apocalyptic trend - some of the best pop music in recent history has been fixated on a nihilism towards anything not inside a club. In the video for “Party Rock Anthem”, the end of the world is at hand, and now the world is the club.

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One of the few survivors warns them that unless they protect themselves the music will infect them too. In Stephen King’s 2006 novel Cell, a signal transmitted over the cell-phone networks reverts people back to a primitive state, and in the continuity of the video a similar thing apparently happened, where humans have been reduced to an atavistic state in which the only impulse they can comprehend is dancing. Only it wouldn’t have come through the cell-phone networks but through iPods, laptops and PA systems. Which means it probably started with iTunes. Half way through, the beat drops as we see a fluorescent-clad drone approaching the camera. It fades to black, and when it returns Redfoo and Skyblu have been transformed into one of the mindless partying masses. “Every day I’m shuffling,” they groan, hypnotised by the music, enthralled by the sound. It even features a choreographed dance with the zombies, the best allegorical homage to “Thriller” since the original came out in ‘83. Interestingly, both of them are directly related to Berry Gordy, the founder of Motown, the label which launched The Jackson 5.

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For ostensibly idiotic DJs, they have a keen awareness of the contemporary interpretations of the zombie genre. Cell, along with the more obvious influence 28 Days Later, have in common the fact that their “zombies” aren’t really zombies, but mindless humans. There’s no necromancy involved, which is really an even scarier thought. Without the metaphysical comfort of an end, hedonism becomes just another one of life’s grinds. It’s the fleeting transience of the club that makes it so rapturous, so in LMFAO’s dystopia, oblivious partying becomes banal, a fact of every day life. At the end of Richard Mattheson’s I Am Legend, his protagonist Neville realises that in the new world, where everybody has mutated, it’s he who is the monster. For LMFAO and the world of pop music, dancing all night isn’t legendary, only dancing all night is. 

Stay angry.

From Andrew P Street’s 10 Things column today:

There’s been a lot of talk about the state of care in our offshore detention centres, usually involving the phrase “disgusting disease-ridden hellholes”. 

After all, when you’re reading reports on how there have been 128 cases of self harm among children on Christmas Island, for example, you can assume that things are pretty ghastly. That’s at the best of the offshore processing centres, by the way.

However, Hamid Kehazaei was not on Christmas Island. 

The 24 year old Iranian man was being held on Manus Island when he got a cut on his foot - a not uncommon occurrence, given that there are a shortage of shoes and the detention camp is little more than rocks and dirt.

The cut became infected. The facilities in the camp were inadequate to treat him, once they decided to give him treatment. 

The healthcare providers on Manus Island, the International Health and Medical Service, asked the Department of Immigration and Border Protection for permission to send him to the mainland for treatment. The request was denied

Last week he was finally evacuated to Brisbane to be treated at Mater Hospital, where he was found to have severe septicaemia. At some point in the next little while, the machines keeping the now brain-dead Hamid will be turned off. 

A man who asked Australia for help, and who was supposedly under our protection, will die because he got a cut on his foot. 

And let’s not dick around: this is an explicit strategy of Scott “let them eat death” Morrison, who wants asylum seekers to know that we’ll leave them to die. That’s not a bug, it’s a feature. 

And we’re doing it at a time when our government is ramping up its anti-Islam rhetoric, almost as though the PM is actively daring them to make us a target, and then punishing those that are fleeing the regimes we’re prepared to go to war against. They’re actively begging to join Team Australia, and we can’t be fucked giving them a bandaid, much less some shoes.

And you might believe that Hamid wouldn’t have been in this situation if he hadn’t been an “illegal maritime arrival”. Thus, allow me to remind you that it is impossible - IMPOSSIBLE - to claim asylum remotely. You can’t apply and then wait to be accepted: you physically have to turn up here first. There is nothing illegal about doing so. Scott Morrison’s department invented that term, and it is a lie.

This is your government, acting on your behalf. Two lives ended so far. How many more do we need to end before it’s enough?

Someone wrote this on the wall at the best venue in Melbourne and it’s just… breathtaking. Never felt such a strong sense of accomplishment. Always said I did this for my culture, now I really know.

Someone wrote this on the wall at the best venue in Melbourne and it’s just… breathtaking. Never felt such a strong sense of accomplishment. Always said I did this for my culture, now I really know.