“It wasn’t until much later, drowning in the kitchvats of Elton John and Janes Taylor, that I finally came to realize that grossness was the truest criterion for rock n’ roll, the cruder the clang and grind the more fun and longer listened-to the album’d be.”—Lester Bangs
If you want to understand why one of the seven choices on tumblr is audio, why we obsess and debate over the features and prices of Spotify and Rdio, why we adore Hype Machine and ex.fm and Soundcloud and Songkick and Gorilla vs Bear and hundreds of others, why we still talk about D. Boon and pine for the Fugazi reunion (while debating whether we are in favor of the return of Jeff Mangum), why the words “Bleeker Bobs” are seared into the memory of anyone who grew up in NYC, and why this blog is named after a Grateful Dead song about the Rolling Stones, then find a nice sunny place and 51 minutes of your time and close your eyes and listen to this wonderful talk. It will make you laugh and smile, and go out to buy some records, again and again.
Just to warn you guys: I’m selling my entire collection of PRIME 90s-era Spider-Man comics. We are talking full out Clone Saga shit, Scarlet Spider, “Identity Crisis” (where to avoid the bounty on his head, Peter Benjamin Parker took on FOUR new heroic identities, Dusk, Prodigy, Ricochet, and the Hornet), “The Final Adventure” (whose finality was later redacted), return of Norman Fucking Osborn.
This also includes: that one time Carnage bonded with the SILVER SURFER and became “COSMIC CARNAGE;” the “Eighth Day” crossover where everyone in the Marvel U had to fight random Asgardian bad dudes; Arthur Stacy kicking ass for no real reason; FEMALE Doctor Octopus.