Monday, April 9, 2012
Wait, Mood, Gone
Also too, a 13 year old writes Sonic Youth:
I'm going to be 100% honest with you. I'm 13, I have a little band. We are so much better than you. You are the worst band I have ever seen in your entire life. You are worse than Rebecca Black. The bass player just hacks the bass and plays one chord. The guitar players are playing out of tune guitars and... well, not even playing actual chords. I couldn't sound worse if I even tried. It actually sounds like a joke to me. The drummer is OK. But honestly, the vocalist is completely out of tune. Oh, and the Black keys have only two people and are better than you.
From: me, and pretty much everybody else who has stumbled upon your terrible music.
Which reminds me of this gag I wrote, of sorts, three years ago:
Max Boot and K-Punk, who the fuck? three years, three decades. Exactly one week ago this post's timestamp I was buying gas in Hockingport Ohio, jeebus. The Carpenters played out of the loudspeakers above the pumps.
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