I was going to post a genuine respone. Then I feared the backlash/criticism/laughing
So, instead I'll say this: What's a good book on this topic?
― ∞, Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:07 (nine years ago) link
when did it become cool to read books
― emo canon in twee major (BradNelson), Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:08 (nine years ago) link
Pamphlets are the new books.
― Tay-Tay Brooklynpants (Murgatroid), Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:11 (nine years ago) link
I'm the kind of person that didn't care back then and I still don't care. So maybe Raccoon hates Starbucks and Apple and commercial pop music and bright lights. I think it's kind of nice more people stopped caring about what their music says about them.
― Moka, Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:11 (nine years ago) link
because R&B and hip hop WERE commercial pop in the nineties.― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn),
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn),
WOW! Thanks for that!!! Had no idea!! Seriously this is like banging head on a brick wall. You can't be missing the point this much. It's like talking with Bill O Reilly on climate change.
shh, don't tell him alfred. this is almost cute― maura,
― maura,
http://i.imgur.com/LVPEIhM.png
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:31 (nine years ago) link
you are a dolt
― goole, Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:37 (nine years ago) link
it was only a matter of time before the ethics in gaming journalism-esque stuff began
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:38 (nine years ago) link
great job finding that tweet. it has so much to do with this discussion.
― ILoveMeconium (President Keyes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:38 (nine years ago) link
The question is framed wrong but there was a definite change in critics perception towards pop from the start of the 00's to the end.Take per example Daft Punk's Discovery. I remember when it was first released in 2000 it was almost universally panned by most critics that where expecting a house album and got this stupid pop album instead, but by the mid 00's almost all of them reassessed their opinions of it and by the end of the 00's it was in almost every best albums of the decade list. Without this shift of attitudes towards pop music it would have been a struggle uphill.In 2003 Pitchfork had Beyonce, Justin Timberlake and Kelis in their top 10 songs list and they list those songs without cynicism or excuses because they are great songs. The 90's were way more uptight, it was frowned upon to love all kinds of music, music for many people was more about cred and personality than music itself.
Take per example Daft Punk's Discovery. I remember when it was first released in 2000 it was almost universally panned by most critics that where expecting a house album and got this stupid pop album instead, but by the mid 00's almost all of them reassessed their opinions of it and by the end of the 00's it was in almost every best albums of the decade list. Without this shift of attitudes towards pop music it would have been a struggle uphill.
In 2003 Pitchfork had Beyonce, Justin Timberlake and Kelis in their top 10 songs list and they list those songs without cynicism or excuses because they are great songs. The 90's were way more uptight, it was frowned upon to love all kinds of music, music for many people was more about cred and personality than music itself.
Exactly - although it wasn't framed wrong it was framed perfectly it's just the One Direction and Taylor Swift fans that flooded this thread were never going to accept it.
I don't think 90s were more uptight ( i think the opposite in fact), i think they were more discerning because there was a bigger vairety and a totally different area based scenes. Like I said pre-internet everything was different. If you didn't like what commerical driven TV or radio were giving you you went away and did your own thing. There was more room for rebellion and it became, with the advent of Punk, a huge part of your personality, it was serious, not just music. See hip hop 'way of life' attitudes.
A lot of what the 80s and 90s showed was music by people who weren't expecting to get popular becoming popular almost by acccident and becoming the tastemakers. Happened countless times from Nirvana to Wu Tang, people that had no expectation or desire that their music could sell millions. But the time was ripe for anti commmerical music and hip hop and rock were what's cool, no one wanted that pre-made commercial pop anymore. It wasn't cool. NOW they do again.
Looking back at those solo Wu Tang albums that went platinum it's almost bizarre looking back and this type of completely uncommerical music being dominant in it's genre. But then I compare Chief Keef arrival as another "antidote" music, similar to how Wu or whoever were. People do want that rawness in their music still, it's just theyre not given it as much.
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:47 (nine years ago) link
you are a dolt― goole,
― goole,
Says the 1D and Harry Styles fan.
i begin to read a raccoon tanuki post and my brain just edits it out like it's on auto-skip, it's very weird
― deej loaf (D-40), Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:50 (nine years ago) link
that means you missed his claim that Wu Tang became popular "almost by accident" and that they had no "desire that their music could sell millions"
― The question is why, the answer is internet (rob), Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:52 (nine years ago) link
i'm glad you came
― goole, Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:52 (nine years ago) link
that means you missed his claim that Wu Tang became popular "almost by accident" and that they had no "desire that their music could sell millions"― The question is why, the answer is internet (rob)
― The question is why, the answer is internet (rob)
Another bullshit snide pretentious comment that is all people around here seem to be able to come up with. Why contribute without substance? Your just wasting your life in a sea of lame internet board comments. Wanna debate me on Wu Tang or keep making bitch comments like that?
I would never guessed Taylor Swift fans were so bitchy and mean, oh, wait..
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 21:59 (nine years ago) link
what's there to debate? your little word picture of the halcyon rebellious 90s up there is a tired myth, as multiple posters have explained to you. but even ignoring them, I would think anyone who pays attention to music in 2014 would have heard how much commercial pop sold in the 90s, so the idea that no one wanted it anymore is just factually wrong.
as for Wu Tang, I'm not a rap expert but their whole origin story is about RZA securing a record deal for the group that didn't lock down the individual members -- why would he do that if he wasn't planning for success?
point taken about wasting my life reading lame comments
― The question is why, the answer is internet (rob), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:10 (nine years ago) link
i'm quite sure that at least some of the people responding negatively to your takes are not necessarily taylor swift fans and/or not remotely "offended" in any real sense by you having a bone to pick with commercial pop music
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:13 (nine years ago) link
rob you happen to be quite correct about how RZA structured wu's deals, IIRC.
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:17 (nine years ago) link
this thread is a week old
― da croupier, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:18 (nine years ago) link
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― m0stlyClean, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:20 (nine years ago) link
xpost ugh yeah i feel dumb for getting sucked back in/actually responding with things that arent just gifs of horrific violence (or in one case boogie cousins)
can some admin kill this or something
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:22 (nine years ago) link
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― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:23 (nine years ago) link
We're all playing into RT's dick drum scheme
xxp
― Evan, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:25 (nine years ago) link
This thread is a cautionary tale.
― Tay-Tay Brooklynpants (Murgatroid), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:25 (nine years ago) link
no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have something better to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose its because they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so round and white for them always I wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they have swelling up on you so hard and at the same time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard those cornerboys saying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear once I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it out what they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other mad extreme about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course a woman wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent mine there a few times for the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he came out on the cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did you ever see me running Id just like to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:26 (nine years ago) link
Exactly - although it wasn't framed wrong it was framed perfectly
― Evan, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:27 (nine years ago) link
women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could they where would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I never had thats why I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studies and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one it wasnt my fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have another our 1st death too it was we were never the same since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofa in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines I could do the criada the room looks all right since I changed it the other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were in Spain with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning like me as hes making the breakfast for I he can make it for 2 Im sure Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes a gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 111 just give him one more chance 111 get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case I might go over to the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the longing way then 111 throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth
bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too I know what 111 do 111 go about rather gay not too much singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then 111 start dressing myself to go out presto non son piu forte 111 put on my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his micky stand for him 111 let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is I s 1 o fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont believe me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me Ive a mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this vale of tears God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men then if he wants to kiss my bottom 111 drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there my brown part then 111 tell him I want LI or perhaps 30/ — 111 tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women do I could often have written out a fine cheque for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it up besides he wont spend it 111 let him do it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped 111 do the indifferent 1 or 2 questions 111 know by the answers when hes like that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him 111 tighten my bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first mad thing comes into my head then 111 suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming 111 be quite gay and friendly over it O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no 111 have to wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you any old thing at all then 111 wipe him off me just like a business his omission then 111 go out 111 have him eying up at the ceiling where is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early 111 go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we can have music and cigarettes I can accompany him first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich big shop at 7 l/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 1 Id a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my
mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:27 (nine years ago) link
WEARE NEVER EVER EVERRACCOON TANUKI
― linda cardellini (zachlyon), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:28 (nine years ago) link
Exactly - although Racoon wasn't framed wrong Racoon was framed perfectly
― Evan, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:29 (nine years ago) link
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen- core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner- ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur- nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-linsfirst loved livvy.
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:29 (nine years ago) link
What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy- gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata- pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill- killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab- solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau- rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar- back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat- er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!) and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi- fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab- les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:31 (nine years ago) link
Sloth stop posting your diary entries here.
― Evan, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:32 (nine years ago) link
as for Wu Tang, I'm not a rap expert
OK well I am, and especially when it comes to Wu Tang, so why are you talking about Wu Tang like you know more about them than me in that pretentious, condescending way you did? This is unbelievable bullshit on every level.
You heard about RZA's smart dealings with recording industry. It's common knowledge. Well done though. Saying any one else in the group took any of it seriously or expected it to happen, is ridiculous. You've shown yourself as clueless as the rest of these Taylor Swfit fans in here.
Not only did most of Wu Tang not take their success serious, for the entirety of the 90s they did about as much to jeopardize their success as possibily could. Including punching smarmy snidey bullshit music journalists of the type we see posting here, getting into shootouts, robbing chains, PCP, weird anti-commercial and not only anti commercial but straight hostile to any inclinations of commercial sounds. Yes RZA and his Brother and business sense but more than that a determination not a clear expectation from selling PYN out of truck boots.
This active hostility to anything commercial that Wu and others displayed, even on Forever, is mirrored in say Coabin's lifelong distaste for Nevermind, that was the feeling of the time not a "tired myth" as you ridiculously put it.
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:35 (nine years ago) link
'one joke' and finnegans wake
― ∞, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:36 (nine years ago) link
Look how pissed off this thread has got people though. The Taylor and 1D fans wasting their time spamming the thread says it all for me. I feel like Karl Marx in a Tea Party demo.
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:40 (nine years ago) link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYhzjNAt73c
I only have the demo too. Asked Santa for the full version.
― Evan, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:42 (nine years ago) link
http://hipknitism.com/classes/basic_ribbed_socks/graphics/finished_sock.jpg
― linda cardellini (zachlyon), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:43 (nine years ago) link
lol brooooooooooooooooo that's not even close to what its about how do you not see that, this is why everything thinks you're a sock
― search datpiff, you'll find it (slothroprhymes), Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:43 (nine years ago) link
*everyone
The question is framed wrong but there was a definite change in critics perception towards pop from the start of the 00's to the end.
― Moka, Thursday, November 20, 2014 9:05 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
Actually 'Discovery' got rave reviews from basically every corner that wasn't an indie rock corner.
I think you're elevating a very specific case of a shift-in-attitude (namely Ryan Schreiber's) into a universal truth. That story is less about a broader change in musical tastes and more about the growing pains of any magazine or website moving from a niche market (indie rock) to a broad market.
The best 90s equivalent for contemporary Pitchfork probably is 90s Spin, which covered pop music about as much and about as enthusiastically as Pitchfork does now.
I would say that there is one quite specific way in which critical hostility to pop has changed in the past 15 years, which is that no-one much complains of "manufactured" pop anymore - someone hating on Katy Perry or Taylor Swift or One Direction will still invoke all sorts of sub-Culture Industry arguments, but whereas the idea of these mindless soulless plastic robots used to be the centerpiece of any criticism, it's fallen to the back of the pack. I have a whole bunch of nascent theories about this but it probably merits a whole 'nother thread.
― Tim F, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:51 (nine years ago) link
Best new poster
― Οὖτις, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:51 (nine years ago) link
So on this "tired myth" as you put it that there was a rebellion to commercial music in the 90s, I find hilarious denialism. You're flat out denying there was any kind of hostility to commercialism in popular 90s scenes? How odd you would think that.
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 22:58 (nine years ago) link
What scenes are you talking about
― marcos, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:00 (nine years ago) link
denialism isn't just a riverism
― linda cardellini (zachlyon), Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:01 (nine years ago) link
I'm trying to find ways of distilling my message. How about
"manufactured pop in the 90s was aimed at teen girls and not taken seriously by grown or discerning music fans whereas today manufactured pop is aimed at broad range of listeners and not taken with similar cynicism"
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:02 (nine years ago) link
keep distilling
― da croupier, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:07 (nine years ago) link
xp and that message is kind of bullshit?
also by "grown and discerning music fans" maybe you should just say "schlubby white indie dudes?"
― marcos, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:08 (nine years ago) link
i think we can still get this message down to something more to-the-point. like a hand motion.
― da croupier, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:10 (nine years ago) link
http://fmdust.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/poptimism-graphic.jpg
― sleeve, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:10 (nine years ago) link
xp and that message is kind of bullshit?also by "grown and discerning music fans" maybe you should just say "schlubby white indie dudes?"― marcos,
― marcos,
er no? I'm talking about the fans of every other genre, of which there were many in the 90s to choose from. And there were even more genres within genres. Music is getting homogenous.
― Raccoon Tanuki, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:13 (nine years ago) link
schlubby people of all colors and genders
― Evan, Thursday, 20 November 2014 23:15 (nine years ago) link