IM FUCKING SCREAMING
IM IN FUCKING STITCHES
the only thing funnier than this video are the comments on it
Oh my gosh
Superchunk » Detroit Has A Skyline
I’m done with the zine-blogging…for today, I’ll finish the ‘series’ tomorrow. For right now, have this Superchunk song. Every few months I listen to this song and go “holy fuck” all over again.
As soon as I got home
Reached out for the phone (foam)
Drank my sleep from a can
Playing track 6 and track 7, again and again
I had a crush
Nothing works out
Well I had faith
Could not have known; don’t even say it
I think the best assesment of the scene I ever saw was in heydon’tjudgeme's recap:
'I imagine Pentecost is at the same emotional level as watching your kid’s first football game and getting interrupted because your dumb nephew blew up the concession stand.'
That comment is golden.
Today we are bringing you a show announcement for a show happening at Black Sheep later in May featuring a stacked lineup of Springfield bands that have all formed this year (2014). This is happening on Saturday, May 31st and will highlight the Springfield band Renaissance that we seem to be currently going through in this day and age. On this show we have Asthma, the new hardcore band that…
Come see King Worm and then leave.
A song from the Outs 7” that never came out.
Found a cassette of this in my room and ripped it today. I remember being so pissed that there were double tracked vocals at the time and now I love them. I’m not sure whether that’s actually the song title or not but that’s what I wrote on a setlist I found in my lunchbox. I think I miss Spooky singing in bands more than I miss anyone else singing in bands. Sentimental moment in the Zzone.
this fucking song.
RIP THE OUTS
RIP THE FUN IN MY LIFE
absolutely relevant. absolutely needed.
kinda the perfect anthem for, like, life. I was feeling great cause i got a new fancy haircut only to feel awful about myself when gross dudes had the need to cat call me while i was riding home. fuck em’.
I think now I’m at the point where I’m just going to stop anyone from talking about anyone else unless three things have occurred. 1. If the person is doing hard drugs. 2. If the person was raped, or is a rapist. 3. Someone’s a rape apologist.
If not, fuck off. Trying not to be catty anymore.
Talk about you, talk about what you did, what you want to do, ideas that aren’t dumb and convoluted. be a real person, instead of some aggregate gossip machine.