Ah, music. Some of us are lucky enough to be exposed to good music at an early age. Others find their way to good music like water finding its own level. Some are doomed to experience music as nothing more than a vehicle for a personality, from now until the end of their meagre lives.
There was a time when youth culture had an edge. Punks and skins roamed the streets looking for trouble. These kids were living a real life, fraught with real dangers and real social persecution. To be a punk took courage in the 70s. You’d be hassled by every Yob and his girlfriend Charlene.
The first evidence of exoskeletons appears in the fossil record about 550 million years ago. Cloudina, they produced tiny, millimetre-scale fossils and looked like a series of cones piled atop one another.
Listen up fuckos, we’re almost a decade in to the 21st century and it’s time to start focussing on real problems. We need to listen to Sir Hicks and sort out this food/air deal before debating the finer points of butthurt.
It’s easy to hate the Americans. They seem loud and obnoxious; ignorant and aggressive. America’s foreign policy seems based on greed and self-righteousness. They voted George W. Bush into office not once but twice. The list goes on and on and on. Wouldn’t it be nice, though, if they lived up to their ideals?
I haven’t paid for music in years and probably won’t for years to come. This may have something to do with my employment situation and other assorted problems, but really my non-contribution to the music industry has come about through of the ease of access to data in all its forms, which the internet provides.
Ok, time to get bitter and angry.
Everyone entertains conspiracy theories at one point or another. Over the years some comedy gems have come marching out of the mouths of mental midgets.
When I first heard Infected Mushroom’s album Classical Mushroom, I was an instant fan.
Recently Lily Allen made a Myspace blog post in which she talks about file-sharing and its effects on upcoming artists.
Veganism is the most idiotic lifestyle choice you can possibly make. There are no solid bases for the philosophy of veganism.
A problem every indie music promoter faces at one time, or all the time, is capital. Where to get the money to pay the bands and the crew.
Pretentious writing whiz-kid Jesse Hayward weighs in on some of the most infuriating aspects of the music world in this, his new weekly column.
