September 2011
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A DOG CALLED "POEM"
ni hao, i am a dog
i spend my days doing little doggy things
like looking for food
and chilling in the sun listening to rap music
my favorites are snoop dogg and lil bow wow
the baha men and also
nicki minaj
and when the house is empty
and i’m all alone
i find the vestigial remains of my interracial best friend’s childhood
a small brown bear, cold eyed
dead inside
and on...
August 2011
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It's Fun.
If I can be so self-absorbed for two to three minutes: The other day a friend and I were talking about another friend selling her book collection and I lamented the fact she’d be losing her Lester Bangs anthologies, the same copies that piqued my interest on the night I decided to be a music critic, though it’s misleading to connect the two because the decision didn’t have...
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Mirror Trafficking.
Like what’s the point in having a hard body
with nobody around to appreciate it?
is what I wonder when I get out of bed and walk past the mirror
propped up on a broken TV to be the right height.
‘I’m on television’
Being hot is just another anxiety
as if mental/creative validation wasn’t enough
but it’s easier to write something on tumblr
and have...
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But He Probably Did.
My body is a temple
Like the one Jesus kicked the loan sharks out of
Fuckin’ flipping tables and shit like ”Fuck outta my house!”
Actually it was his Dad’s house so when he came home
He was probably hella mad and sent him to his room
for three days.
The boys are coming over
Swear to God
if Johnno drinks all my wine again I’ll smite that fucker
but then...
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A Profile Of Dubious Authenticity.
Like everybody experienced through a screen, the Aging Hipster is shorter in person. His maroon jumper is so large it threatens to swallow the rest of his body, much like the trend of enormous thrift stores jumpers threatens to swallow the rest of the city’s style. Along with its pattern of cuddling koalas it belies his adjustment to living in Australia. Melbourne is unfriendly, he says,...
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“Ferris uses all of this technology and strategizing to skip school, but he does...”
– Ben Lerner
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Closed Eyes, Folded Arms.
I saw Times New Viking. Loved the band, hated the crowd.
Cops swarm Flinders Street Station, at least thirty of ‘em with more trickling in from elsewhere, their cars eliciting a chorus of horns as they swerve across lanes. The city rages on a Saturday night, yet the scene at the Northcote Social Club is entirely different. It’s almost funereal, a miserable disappointment of an atmosphere...
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Tiny Luke Was An Ironic Name.
The weather elicits ‘holy shit’s and ‘my god’s, as in, “holy shit, this might be the day I finally ditch my seasonal pallor,” or, “my god it’s perverse to listen to something so incisively melancholic as Sound of Silver in a moment like this, the train rolling through the changing landscape of Melbourne’s sun-kissed suburbs, the salty breeze...
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We Are All Trashbat.
Nobody talks to kids. Maybe because they’re not allowed in bars and there’s nowhere else that conversation is so tolerable, but also because they’re often closed-minded idiots with not enough experience to make them interesting. The exception to this, sometimes, is when kids have grown up immersed in the internet, dissatisfied with the extremely limited pool of potential friends...
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“He charmed a lot of people,” Fong-Torres told Rachel Abramowitz in...”
– Cameron Crowe
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A Conversation.
“I mean, I’m no weatherman, but that shit’s not hitting Australia right?”
“That’s almost as good as the time someone asked me if north is the same direction here.”
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“Whatever is true is true whether you believe it or not. We have shitty finite...”
– phiLOLZophy
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How To Experience A Tuesday.
Drink a beer in “the gay section” of a popular venue. Respond earnestly to the question, “so you know mollsshewrote?” Sit in the front seat of a taxi. Take a grainy photo on a cell phone bought in 2009. Eat a complimentary apricot danish and then several more danishes until there aren’t any left. Smoke a cigar. Drink an espresso cocktail. Sit in the back seat of a...
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If You Ever Felt.
“That looks interesting.” “It is.” She was staring at the book I was reading. “What’s it about?” “Do you know Gawker?” “No.” “Okay, it’s about a girl who moves to New York and starts working at a peep show in Times Square.” “And people gawk at her?” “Well yeah. That’s not what Gawker is,...
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“If this had been a movie, I would’ve seen it over and over again until I...”
– Y’know… this was a comment on a My Chemical Romance video, which is a band that has been panned for its fanbase, basically. I mean, nobody actively dislikes My Chemical Romance for their music, it’s always because of what it ostensibly means to like My Chemical Romance. It always...
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A Slanted Tone.
If you think about how successful The Suburbs was, it becomes clear that releasing an album early in the year doesn’t really affect its chances for being remembered as one of the best albums of the year. How fortunate for Fucked Up because David Comes to Life is well-deserving of a spot on those Top Ten lists. There’s some interesting dichotomy between the simplicity of the lyrics...
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Pitchfork: 15 Writers/15 Songs →
perpetua:
I wrote an unusually personal piece about LCD Soundsystem’s “I Can Change” for this Pitchfork feature. I might already regret it? I don’t know. We were asked to do personal writing, and I’m afraid I might’ve gone way more personal than everyone else.
Perpetua’s blurb is excellent and you should also read the fourteen which precede it. Especially the Hold Steady one!
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“The book opens with Springsteen at home in Colt’s Neck trying to write about a...”
– Reading 33 1/3
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What The Fuck Is The Internet?
I’ve thought about doing lists like this before but I’m always petrified by the risk of excluding people. Tumblr is fucking weird, right? There used to be no Messages, no replies, just the reblog function which a lot of people hated for cluttering their dashboards with conversations with no relevance to them, but that’s how we made friends. I think the first email I ever got...
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52 Albums: #27
I think about how being Australian factors into my identity constantly. Usually this is within the context of the music industry, and every morning I wake up to the evidence that the most ruinous attitude towards music in Australia is also the most pervasive. On my wall hangs the severed cover of Melbourne’s most popular music magazine from the 29th of December. “Album of the...
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“This is where I really fall in love with these Australian folk. Because there’s...”
– Gracelette on Architecture in Helsinki for Plan B Magazine.
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Where does music counterculture live today?
fascinated:
Six years ago, music blogs were the home of counterculture. They were the alternative alternative, nearly non-commercial way to find out (+discuss and publish) about new music from a decentralized network of obsessive music listeners. It was like a big playground
Many of these issues have been solved, and they are now an important participant in marketing new music on the web, with...
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A Conversation.
“So she tells me you have a pretty popular, um, internet presence.”
“Yeah, my personal brand is really taking off right now.”
“Is writing your twitter name on the back of a business card the modern equivalent of giving someone your number?”
“How romantic though, right?”
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