August 2011
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How much will the retail cost on the Beach Boy’s “Smile Sessions” double LP run? I’ll start at $38.99
Kid Ebay →
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Scharpling & Wurster’s magnum opus from 2004.
the long and short: Scharpling puts out a topic on “Ebay Stories” a dude named “Kid eBay” calls in, brags about scores and some ebay “tools” that are slightly corrupt…he then goes downstairs to locate some things he’s gonna “clean-up on” and then…
well, listen on.
Thinking of opening a OKC account, just to add some class to the mutant pile that is Chicago Men on OKC. The last time I had one, I was depressed and confused which only led to weed deals and mutual head. What lead me to deleting it? One message, three words: “Beards Are Sexy.”
possible usernames:
“GirlFromTheBar”
“JohnSharkey”
“ArtDunbar” (he was the character on ‘What’s Happening’ that convinced the boys to bootleg the Doobie Bros. concert)
“CountlessBacksOfSadLosers”
“GodspeedYouBlackOakArkansas.”
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Irony and crippling self-consciousness are the culprits. The post-modern irony at the heart of Generation X has made it taboo to be passionate about anything, lest one appear “uncool” or cop to liking something that’s sell-by date has unwittingly passed by. This engenders the kind of eyes-averted, foot-shuffling, non-commital mumbling that has come to be the language among many young people. Hell, even when you can get someone to admit what he or she likes, it’s almost always followed by the caveat, “Yeah, I know I’m a geek” or “I’m a total dork,” in effect apologizing for their affinities. This is another ironic back-door escape route being identified in case the audience doesn’t share one’s tastes: “Oh, I know it’s lame, but isn’t it spectacularly lame in a hilarious way?”
Punk rock, on the other hand, was defined by its passion, and whether that passion was Romantic (artistic), political, or nihilistic, it was vehemently—even violently—presented. Such passion has become taboo in an age of irony that pays lip service to individuality while remaining desperately concerned with not being ostracized. No one is willing to risk being excluded for improper allegiance.
I also think this is making our country consistently stupider. Asking questions in class or getting genuinely excited about learning brands one a nerd and invites ridicule from the status quo, so kids learn to quell their enthusiasm. To be cool is not to give a shit.
In other words, people aren’t pussies because they don’t fuck, fight, or get get fucked up—they’re pussies because they’re so self-conscious and so desperate for acceptance that they won’t allow themselves to express their passions—if they allow themselves to have them in the first place. It’s sad, it’s stupid, and it’s cowardly.
” —Brett Eugene RalphMy friend floated this one out into a public space a little while ago and never more has it hit home. Really.
(via pizzicamorti)Brett Eugene Ralph gets the shirt off my back because of things like this.
oh also...
we have (at the part-time night job, aka “that hipster bar”) this new neighbor; while she’s a total babe and that’s great and all she has a CHOCOLATE AND WHITE PIT BULL that’s a total ham and she walks him by the spot every night around 9 and I get to pet him and tell him he’s handsome and I fight the urge to say to her “look, this has gone on long enough…thank you for bringing me this dog, but it’s time for us to live our life together.”
he’s so adorable it’s stupid.
so, yo...
At work tonight:
-looked up The EPMD discography and Andrew Hill’s “Black Fire” on my phone
-fantasized about working at Charles Oakley’s car wash
-Encouraged Desmond (whom I adore…simply because we both know the value of silence) to call into the Best Show On WFMU to talk exclusively about Rap and Basketball
-Named the entire BDP discography to-a-fucking-tee.
-Waxed endlessly with Courtland (whom—it’s been almost 10 years now—I’ve had an endless love for) about Harry Pussy, De La Soul, John Coltrane’s “Live In Seattle” and our favorite album covers.
-sang along (Quietly) to 90% of the Minutemen’s “Double Nickels On The Dime.”
-formed the non fictional band “Common Smoke” (our first release will be our tour rider)
and…
-watched a Jersey Shore douchebag couple get into a fight (e.g. “…and how many women did you fuck last month?!?!”) and probably break up.
Why people don’t come out on Mondays to Danny’s is beyond me.
(file under “I like where I am with my life right now.”)
haven't heard Slices, any other recommendations?
Oh man, get “Cruising” by Slices pronto! Confines (from MA) are pretty great too; more H/C than post but fuck it. There’s also Veins (severely unfriendly H/C.) There’s a lot of bands aping the Leather/Slices style right now but are missing the mark so it’s a little hard to recommend other stuff. When I got the new Leather 7” I grabbed the Pleasure Leftists 12” on Fan Death… deathrock, can’t tell the gender of the singer and I’d still try to hit it.
ulch.
I have too many t-shirts.
also, I might be overnighting at work tonight.
no fun.
