@beatletwt Every death metal song is about rape and murder and somehow that’s fine. But people hear an early Lennon song written from the perspective of a shitty dude and think “he is literally admitting to crimes!!!”
Tracey Ullman's 1983 cover of Kirsty MacColl's "They Don't Know" features a music video cameo by Paul McCartney and backing vocals by MacColl, who performed the high-pitched "baby" note that Ullman could not reach.
Oversimplification but imo so much of the past half century of indie/post-punk/whatever is just “what if the Beatles or Velvet Underground were slightly worse” and only idiosyncratic female artists (Kate Bush/St. Vincent/etc) have done anything interesting in the rock idiom since
indie rock sucks. it's pop music for losers who are trying to impress a crush more than develop a personality. it's often the most trite, boring, rehashed bullshit from the 60s repackaged for halfway braindead millennials so they can congratulate themselves on avoiding the radio
Gillibrand's son graduated from undergrad on Sunday. Today it's reported that he's received $30 million in venture capital funding to launch a derivatives exchange. His mom sat on the Senate Agriculture committee—which has jurisdiction over derivates—until this past year
I hate how gullible I am in my dreams. Someone is like "bro remember, you're the prince of frosting mountain?" And I'm like I forgot yeah of course I am, I'm such a fucking idiot
@amanojakuSweets Once when I was little I tried shooting at Chunky from that platform and he actually fell through the cage to the floor and just stood there. Wasn’t unlocked until I hit the switch though
“you’re not a true New Yorker!” lucky for me, I have no insecurity about not being from the city. I don’t derive my identity from a region in the united states. I exist above the physical planes of reality. my material world is vaporous