Hi – I’m the mid-to-late 90’s
Hi, I’m the mid-to-late 90’s. My hobbies include looking desaturated and pretending that I’m much more important than I really am.
Hi, I’m the mid-to-late 90’s. My hobbies include looking desaturated and pretending that I’m much more important than I really am.
I recently found out that Robert Quine, nephew to W.V.O. Quine (one of my favorite philosophers) was in The Voidoids. What next, do I find out that Kurt Cobain is Adrian Frutiger’s great grandson?
None of this matters in any significant way, but it makes me feel all tingly inside.
UPDATE: He also played guitar on Girlfriend. Jim DeRogatis once said that the guitar solo on Serve The Servants sounds like Robert Quine.
This is why I hate pitchfork.

Their editorial style is about two (tiny) steps above myspace.
I think it goes without saying that I think a real editorial style is a good thing.
I can Just imagine the creation process for this ad. “Should we make it ‘WTF!!!!!!!!111111′ or just ‘WTF!!!!!!!!’?”
At this point I read the damn site just because I don’t want to miss the (some) of the news they report. I have to sift through their cutesy bullshit and indie-posturing crap all because I don’t want to miss bands playing near me. I mustn’t forget to mention, in this ad, how they are downplaying their influence. “OMG! RADIOHEAD IS PLAYING FOR OUR LITTLE STUPID WEBSITE THAT NOBODY READS!” Fuck you, and also, fuck you. How did you get so important? How did this happen? I would love you if you didn’t have such an insufferable attitude about everything.
Also, I think that hipsters, as we know them in the 00s, wouldn’t exist without Pitchfork. I can’t really back that up, but I would love to be able to prove it some day.
I bet they have meetings where they tell writers to submit less professional writing. I just know it’s true. It has to be, or my fragile little world would collapse.
Stop sharing your rips of cds with scratches on them. You almost make me want to pay for shit. Christ.
Bob Mould, you must have some sort of strange ear disease that makes you think your albums are mixed/mastered well. They aren’t. I love you anyway.
I hate electronic music.
This is not entirely true. But it is, for the most part.
Here is a handy list of some of the qualities of electronic music that I find unfavorable.
1. It is often amelodic
2. It is usually programmed, instead of performed
3. When it is made to sound like live instruments often it does not
4. Much of it is entrenched in genre (club music)
5. Tends not to have vocals
6. Much of it sounds alike
7. The fans tend toward douchebag
Many of these things could be said about other genres of music. 1, 4, 6, 7 apply to Phish/Greatful Dead style jam bands — Classical gets 4, 5, 6, 7, and so on.
I don’t want it to seem like I’m only hating on electronic music. Really, this is about all bad music — I just use electronic music as an example.
I like some. Ladytron, I believe, is all performed on synthesizers. But it has vocals, and it is quite melodic, so I like it. I appreciate Aphex Twin/Squarepusher type music, but I don’t listen to it all the time. I appreciate their experimental qualities.
For some reason I like Daft Punk. I think it’s because the music often has a pop structure, but it is undeniably electronic music and has much of that connotation — it is definitely of that world and I shouldn’t like it.
Prefuse 73 is pretty cool.
I hate LCD soundsystem and all the other DFA records crap.
It sickens me that Death From Above 1979 died and its only musical successor (so far) is MSTRKRFT.
Anyway. This is all very clearly defined — in my head. What does this say about how I view music in general?
1. I like guitar.
2. I like vocals.
3. I like melody.
4. I prefer music to be performed on instruments, rather than “triggered.”
5. I like it when the lyrics “say something.”
Notice how this list also eliminates most hip-hop.
Update: I have read Stephen Fry’s latest and this has shed some new light on the subject.
Music for dancing vs. music for listening — I, in general, prefer music for listening. I also prefer medium– to fast-paced music, so there’s a lot of overlap there with the dancing and the not dancing. Nirvana is often fast– or mid-tempo, but you can’t dance to it. I wouldn’t. But I love it. I would tap my foot to it, or fake-drum to it, but never dance. It can inspire me to move, yes, but dance, no.
I do not detest dancing as much as he does. I do not like it as much as the rest of the world, however. I dance, perhaps, about two times every three years. But I listen to a lot of music that makes me want to move. This seems contradictory.
The answer is cultural. I don’t want the music to be presented to me as dance music. Music should be music. It should be listened to. Music expressly created for dance does not hold up well when you listen to it. It is intended to be felt rather than heard. It is intended to facilitate interaction with other people (dancing), not as pure art. It has other purposes.
Music “as pure art” also has social implications. I talk to friends about it. I go to shows. I share mp3s with friends. But, at the root, the experience of it is only me and my brain. I don’t feel that I have truly listened to a song until I am at home, with headphones, concentrating, listening. It is happening only in my brain, without the distractions of glitter-encrusted halter tops and cheap vodka.
So, although the music I listen to has roots in dance (the same could be said of all music, most likely) I have come to appreciate it on a much deeper level - with my brain rather than with my feet. My solipsism is showing again.
Much electronic music is dance music. So I hate it, because it’s not really intended to be listened to.
My apologies. This really needs to be edited.
From here. Read the post too, I agree with the author wholeheartedly. This comment was simply too hilarious not to mention.
1989: Exxon Valdez Oil Spill
1998: Jonesboro Massacre
1915: Gorgeous George
1930: Steve McQueen
1962: Star Jones
1974: Alyson Hannigan
1980: Kevin McGuire
It’s always bothered me when people use the word “guts” to describe things other than guts. Like the inner workings of a machine, or the contents of a booklet (as opposed to the covers).
It’s not the turn of phrase, I actually find it sort of clever. It’s just — gross. Makes me feel like when Han slashes open the tauntaun in Empire.