Author: J T. Ramsay
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Oh, so you’re with “the media” then?
Remember how I said The Fader was more or less worthless, except for the awesome pictures they take and then I posted something they did about No Age at SXSW? It’s still true. On the other hand, when Ben Ratliff talks Ocrilim, Black Dice and No Age in the pages of The Times, it’s completely…
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He destroyed my apartment and killed my cat.
Kurt Vonnegut, dead at 84. I’ll amend this post later when I’m not scrambling out the door for work. I wonder if it didn’t occur to him to write an epitaph on his kitchen wall in feces. [Special thanks to my 10th grade English teacher Phil Repko who surreptitiously introduced me to Vonnegut. Upon handing me…
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What exactly would you say you do here?
Pitchfork contributor/Paper Thin Walls editor/gmail chat buddy Brandon Stosuy asks Excepter what they do 9–5. Stereogum’s “Quit Your Day Job” is sort of like a Works Progress project documenting indie rock employment culture.
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I don’t want to work in a building downtown, but I do it for the money.
That Arcade Fire record everyone’s going on about, myself included, should be pretty well split between Springsteen and Echo, right? Wrong. Carl Wilson at Zoilus noticed that things are swinging in the Boss’ direction and that it’s now cool to reclaim him for us, whomever that may be. You’ve seen the Springsteen tribute concert photos,…
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It helps to envision an army of “Army of Me.”
Listen: Björk — Earth Intruders [via Idolator] It’s been twelve years since I first heard her and I still can’t get over her voice. [Longer than that maybe? Did I catch a Sugarcubes video at a friend’s house as a kid? Was it during a hospital visit as a teenager? That might’ve been it: I…