sensory vice-grip
i went to a college party last night. i felt really old. i blew a roomful of minds w/ a song
r. stevie moore -- "all well & good / love is for th birds"
& contemplated my distaste for most mainstream indie rock (& th white gays who love it). i don't deny its appeal or th (sometimes) talent of its perpetrators. it's music like a slowly spreading gasoline stain on asphalt: it can be mesmerizing, but would you sell it to somebody as art?
still makes me feel like a dick.
r. stevie moore -- "all well & good / love is for th birds"
& contemplated my distaste for most mainstream indie rock (& th white gays who love it). i don't deny its appeal or th (sometimes) talent of its perpetrators. it's music like a slowly spreading gasoline stain on asphalt: it can be mesmerizing, but would you sell it to somebody as art?
still makes me feel like a dick.