Today is quoting other people online day.
Blahblahflowers on 'Maps' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (that song is going to make so many people come round to this band, I always knew it would):
"...that guitar, so clean, so clear, and the crisp sound of the drums, a ten years late "fuck you" to grunge wanting purity through eating dirt, and her voice, as a solitary tear slides, almost unseen, down her cheek and she gives water to the dead, the dead relationship and she doesn't understand how it could be over... Her voice, the voice of the universe in slow torturous heat death, spinning slowly back to oblivion in the blak hole at the centre of creation, how could we possibly choose oblivion over her? Because they can't love us like she loves us. This is the language of the twenty-first century, bewilderment, pain, loss. "How can they hate us so much?" recast as the breakdown of a love affair...
Montezboy on the solution to having a bad day:
"now i wanna be in a punk band, does anyone want to start one with me, i will be the guy who dances around and shouts happy interjections like 'hey', i can probably growl and scream a bit too, as long as i can jump around the stage in an attention-seeking anticapitalist manner. we will sound like erase erratta crossed with vanity 6. i am right into this fantasy now. and we'll all wear ben's britney-marxist t-shirts on stage. with bikini briefs and legwarmers. and we will open for le tigre on their australian tour! and then we will become huge stars and do our own tour and make mystikal come out to support us! and through him we will meet the neptunes who will produce our second album the multigazillion-selling ALL LANDLORDS MUST DIE which will instigate GLOBAL PROLETARIAN REVOLUTION WITH UNLICENSED PLEASURE AS ITS ONLY AIM. and then britney will be wearing t-shirts with our picture on them."
(This especially rings true with me as someone who takes great pleasure in finally being able to get Pharell's "hey!" or "ho!" noises in place when singing along to 'Like I Love You' or various other Neps tunes...)
Some nutter on Barbelith on the sinister side of Paul McCartney:
"On a Beatles note, wasn't there something in the news last week about McCartney being involved in a punch-up. Does anyone know who it was with? I'm betting on Ringo. A friend of mine has a theory that McCartney did away with Lennon and Harrison and is now just waiting for the right moment to take out Ringo. He reckons that the four of them were each given keys in the 60s that, when used in conjunction, open up a gateway to some secret treasure or parallel world. McCartney has got 3 of them now, so he's only got to get his hands on Ringo's key before he can open the gate. Expect some big changes soon after Ringo passes away, with McCartney at the centre of things. I expect it'll be a bit like volume 3 of Miracleman."
Blahblahflowers on 'Maps' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (that song is going to make so many people come round to this band, I always knew it would):
"...that guitar, so clean, so clear, and the crisp sound of the drums, a ten years late "fuck you" to grunge wanting purity through eating dirt, and her voice, as a solitary tear slides, almost unseen, down her cheek and she gives water to the dead, the dead relationship and she doesn't understand how it could be over... Her voice, the voice of the universe in slow torturous heat death, spinning slowly back to oblivion in the blak hole at the centre of creation, how could we possibly choose oblivion over her? Because they can't love us like she loves us. This is the language of the twenty-first century, bewilderment, pain, loss. "How can they hate us so much?" recast as the breakdown of a love affair...
Montezboy on the solution to having a bad day:
"now i wanna be in a punk band, does anyone want to start one with me, i will be the guy who dances around and shouts happy interjections like 'hey', i can probably growl and scream a bit too, as long as i can jump around the stage in an attention-seeking anticapitalist manner. we will sound like erase erratta crossed with vanity 6. i am right into this fantasy now. and we'll all wear ben's britney-marxist t-shirts on stage. with bikini briefs and legwarmers. and we will open for le tigre on their australian tour! and then we will become huge stars and do our own tour and make mystikal come out to support us! and through him we will meet the neptunes who will produce our second album the multigazillion-selling ALL LANDLORDS MUST DIE which will instigate GLOBAL PROLETARIAN REVOLUTION WITH UNLICENSED PLEASURE AS ITS ONLY AIM. and then britney will be wearing t-shirts with our picture on them."
(This especially rings true with me as someone who takes great pleasure in finally being able to get Pharell's "hey!" or "ho!" noises in place when singing along to 'Like I Love You' or various other Neps tunes...)
Some nutter on Barbelith on the sinister side of Paul McCartney:
"On a Beatles note, wasn't there something in the news last week about McCartney being involved in a punch-up. Does anyone know who it was with? I'm betting on Ringo. A friend of mine has a theory that McCartney did away with Lennon and Harrison and is now just waiting for the right moment to take out Ringo. He reckons that the four of them were each given keys in the 60s that, when used in conjunction, open up a gateway to some secret treasure or parallel world. McCartney has got 3 of them now, so he's only got to get his hands on Ringo's key before he can open the gate. Expect some big changes soon after Ringo passes away, with McCartney at the centre of things. I expect it'll be a bit like volume 3 of Miracleman."
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