Eight years is a long time for America. It’s written in our Constitution that a president cannot be elected to more than eight years in office. Even Seinfeld lasted for only nine seasons. And our war in Afghanistan has just passed the eight year mark, quickly approaching the distinction of the longest-running war in American history.
Nothing hurts your hipster cred like going to a metalcore show. When a friend asked what I was doing with my Monday night, and I responded that I was going to see Every Time I Die and Bring Me The Horizon, the recoil with something like, “What the heck, why would you do that?”
Let’s start here with a quote from Diplo’s Twitter: “How iz there a band calld “girls” with dudes in it?”
Remember when everyone said hip-hop was dead? Remember when the only time you heard the Clan was on some scene kid’s Sidekick ringtone or a Girl Talk mix?
Someone once told me that once I reached drinking age, I’d be too cool for all-ages shows. And while I appreciate the Minor Threat standpoint on all-inclusiveness, I’m a little too sore the morning after seeing Against Me! at Webster Hall on October 11 to be doing that too often.
Thank God that My Bloody Valentine is back, in whatever form we could get them. Troubled by the fact that he could never write an album as great as 1991’s shoegaze masterpiece, Loveless, Kevin Shields has said he went crazy writing new material in the mid-‘90s. Shields says he “went crazy,” the band broke up, and while the members moved on to collaborate with other rock artists, the future seemed hopeless for a decade or so.
As the sun set on Williamsburg on that late Sunday afternoon, Ira Kaplan of Yo La Tengo made a more symbolic reference to a sunset.
