One of those poetic, emotional lyrics from that genius bard, Frank Black.

Because I can remember nothing supporting it from then and then a clear shift to it becoming a trope, and it supports my thesis that it was occasioned by suggestion.

I'm 44. Don't know what you think. And I just admitted they're overrated. They're not a top 100 band for me. But arguing over their "importance" is folly, because it's demonstrable that they were.

I wasn't a fan at all but I was very familiar with their stuff, and I never thought it. And I have an ear.

If it existed, why wouldn't people have noticed it, during arguably the last time when being really passionate and learned about music was part of the zeitgeist? I was in a band and doing radio and going to a million shows and had a million music-obsessed friends back then, and I literally never heard a single person…

Hmm. I'm in a clear state of mind and I've been thinking quite about about killing myself every day for months now. I don't believe that suicide is inherently the wrong choice for every human who has ever done it or is considering it. I don't believe you have to be in some sort of cognitively-impaired state to kill…

…and "Black Francis"'s lyrics?

Most of the album is in that dark, heavy, weird vein, save for a couple of clunkers. LJ in particular, though, is, indeed, a beast.

I don't think it's at all hyperbolic. When someone said in like 1990 that Faith No More sounded like the Red Hot Chili Peppers, you could present a solid argument for why they weren't strong analogues but you'd still have to concede that, at the glance of an ear, there were obvious similarities. No one, in 1993 was…

That's not a new observation.

I wouldn't allege that Cobain was a brilliant lyricist at all, and while I dug them as much as anyone in my time, they were definitely overrated. But the Pixies really were not "amazing" in any way whatsoever, and I'm beyond sick of hearing otherwise. No one thought of them that way AT ALL in 1991. They were just one…

I think a lot of people are getting semantically fucked up on this, here and in other forums. Yes, if someone's death is caused by their own doing, regardless of intent, it is, technically, suicide. But most of us, colloquially, think of that word as representing conscious actions carried out to end one's own life,…

Um. It's not at all word salad if you're literate. It's the simple fact that two artists can share broad surface traits but be nothing alike. Nick Drake's Pink Moon and the first Echo & the Bunnymen record have both been described as "minimalist", but one doesn't sound at all like the other or have the same ethos.

Dynamics shifts don't make for direct parallels. Shared characteristics don't make for sonic or ideological similarity. The things people hear most clearly are vocal personality, guitar tone, lyrical themes, proficiency level/"tightness". There are no similarities there. And most Pixies basslines aren't really…

Līve gets a bad rap. Their later records were ickily Creed-like in their lyrical and compositional banality, but there's a lot of brilliance in the first three albums, particularly Throwing Copper, which ended up being maybe the last great accessible grunge record, and Secret Samadhi, which isn't really accessible at…

You know, all Kurt had to do was talk about how much he loved the fucking Pixies and from then on every indie hipster amateur musicologist has repeated ad nauseam how much Nirvana sounded like the Pixies.

Both sides are awful in different ways.

Shitty human.

"measured objectively"? It's a quantifiable thing. Of course it can be measured objectively. That's like saying "no way is that guy seven-foot-nine, can that be measured objectively"?

It's a straightforward, raucous rock song. Which is fine, but how is it musically much more than that?