My mind almost imploded a few days ago.
The number one search result on Yahoo was Julian Casablancas.
Fore-front musician of The Strokes.
For years now, absolutely no-one I know has ever heard of The Strokes, one of the best indie
bands ever to come into existence, yet, never heard of until a few album releases, I have only met one other person who doesn't look at me like I'm a complete wack-job when I ramble about
4 Chords of the Apocalypse. Like their tour-counter-parts, The Moldy Peaches remained lo-fi until a major Hollywood plug (cough-Juno-cough). After Julian did a couple commercials, sure a few people liked them, but like Family Guy and the 'Peaches, everyone liked them because they were almost main-stream, no one knows about the old adult swim FG,
just stupid FOX projecting "OMG Its a talking baby! That is sooooo funnnnay!" or heard
Apples, I'm Home or 12/26? solo stuff or anything by Strictly Beats?
But I suppose it will always be that way, just occurring to infuriate us weirdos who liked something before it hit big, before My Rollercoaster was chopped apart, before Something, Something, Something Dark Side, before Ed Hardy corrupted the minds of millions and turned their thoughts into French-print playdough.
All is crap I suppose... it just gives me something to rant about.
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Anna, if the world were perfect, you would FIND something to rant about.
ReplyDeleteI liked the "OMG It's a talking baby! That is soooo funnnnnay!" bit.