I don’t want to fight, but if we follow your principles then you have to admit that pretty much everything other than Gish and Siamese Dream (and to a lesser extent, PI) is objectively a fluffy, stinky nothingbiscuit.

De gustibus and all that. :)

Steve Winwood is one deep fucking cut.

You know what Stuart? I like you.

I hear you, but when U2 first came out, it was like “Holy shit this is amazing.”

As Officer Barbrady once told Mecha Barbara Streisand, when she asked “Do you know who I am?”

But in the end, isn’t Alt-J just like, I don’t know, empty? I also liked listening to it and then I just was like this is like not very good Interpol and I stopped.

Dude, everything after Pisces Iscariot is fucking trash, for real. And that’s good mainly because of the cover of Landslide, which is a song that somehow manages to be heartwrenching and wonderful no matter who covers it.

I never saw Pearl Jam as a kid, but I did see them in concert two years ago (together with the Pixies!!!) and they were amazing live.

I am even older than dirt, so we can hang out.

Ellie, Smashing Pumpkins were great. Maybe you didn’t hear them when they were still(a) good and (b) relevant? But I don’t think I can accurately estimate the number of hours I spent taking drugs and having my mind blown to Siamese Dream.

Simpler times.

And then her little dog would keel over.

Everyone has his or her own preferences, but some are wronger than others.

So much truth in a single sentence.

Nope! It’s awesome.

Completely second this. Getting proper running shorts with a liner instead of running with my fucking cotton boxer briefs has revolutionized my life.

I just wanted to leave this here, because it says it all.

I’ve been trying to think of a way to say this that isn’t going to get me banned, but I’m just going to say it plainly: “sherpa” is an ethnonym (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherpa_people), so using it as a noun meaning “porter,” “factotum,” or something along those lines is probably not totally cool.

I love your subname.