the beat for "In Da Club" (I think that's what it's called?) is so good it kinda pisses me off. particularly since anyone with a modicum of talent could murder that beat, but the lazy flow works, and I couldn't recall a single line of that song other than the "go shorty / it's your birthday / bacardi etc." bit.

wait, was the question effective as a filter for identifying low-hanging fruit?

I still feel really weird when I remember how someone I knew in high school (who even then was probably one of the most proficient guitarists I've ever met) mentioned that the guy in Simple Plan could actually play.

as an adolescent who didn't really know better at the time, that album was pretty solid, far as I was concerned.

some of the most unsettling semi-recurrent nightmares I have are the ones where my teeth rot out of my head or fall out somehow.

that's fucking awesome

I think the inference was that you were giving recognition where recognition is due, with accuracy.

well, it is Vanity Fair… the higher gloss equivalent of a tabloid, to some degree.

it sorta smacks of Vanity Fair wanting to sell more magazines as well.

I try not to think of the textile industry, since I kinda feel simultaneously powerless and still morally complicit by proxy. :/

the optics of the situation don't look great. I suppose that's what this is about.

if it helps, nobody really knows what they're doing and there's no guarantee you'll blow it!

boomers also tend to have a lot more money than the rest of us. :/

I'm pretty indifferent to most of their music (my buddy loves them, it just does nothing for me), but that's very true.

from what little I have heard about the latter, you might want to toss some quotation marks around "comedies" as well

not sure if unintentionally filthy non sequitur, but… good job!

vroom made vroom?

well, this is highly specific…

you're right… I'm just kinda jaded and tired these days. not in the last since I feel compelled to participate in some capacity, yet I kinda loathe it all the same.

I only vaguely remember Quads as being exceedingly mediocre and not unlike watching a car wreck unfold in real time. maybe that's the metaphor they were aspiring towards?