Why the FUCK am I listening to Interpol "Antics" for a SECOND time??!?

i usually use foot powder.

GRANDADDY on now!

unfortunately there's no "dont play faggy stuff while on random" button.

Carlos D is due for strong critical reassessment any day now. But speak nothing of this most disdainful current ideal of a Global Chillout Elite... O' that which has latterly appeared to have taken command, in various forms, among proud cosmopolitans everywhere. People who are in turn so proudly enervated by Wider Indie's relaying of queasily monochrome and suburban overtones, not to mention consequent (to them) lamer and lamer ethical imprecations. For we are made to wonder in the course of observing their quite dressed-up and oppositional antics whether such forms (there are others) of comfortable balkanization are going to be these days really constituting viable keys to an aesthetic unlocking so much as they are just going to resemble yet another form of rather haughtily looking askance at profound, and admittedly utterly craven, stigmas of present-day Capital Letter Rock.

In therefore taking account of Rock's apparent irrevocable status as pop yardstick, based on the evidence before us everyday of a surprising, adaptable function, as tool to even measure one thing or other AGAINST, it would seem that the terms-meeting songwriting nous of a champion like Mr. D is what the true order of the day might very well entail. Note to anarchists et al: this proposed "meeting of terms" would certainly be required in any successful dislodging of its perceived hegemony, natch.

blasphemy

That might be the lamest post that I have ever read.

i txted jon about it last nite. the afro'd dude from the strokes was in the vip section lookin' doofy.

"friends of Jennifer Gentle"

But perhaps it was just their pizza.

heheheh

me (to self): *good thoughts*