Your “gimmick” is depressing. 

Kappa Chow

Good point. Can’t pull yourself out of the greys. I think. F’ing inscrutable-ass Kinja. Who knows. 

Trolling newspapers and violently harassing women, so yes, a total MAGA dude. This happened 5 years ago, I believe, only now does he act, likely because he’s finally fully emboldened. 

You can upvote yourself, so probably himself. 

Maybe that strange kid was onto something. 

Billy Borgan or Seven of None

Except it’s the chubby Pinhead from one of those late-series direct to DVD entries, not Doug Bradley.

I remember having a friend at elementary school (because we’d all talk about “Tool Time” the next day, because we all inexplicably watched it like it was a job) that was really deeply, strangely confused by Wilson. He was sure it was a deformed person, or a criminal on the lam, or some other weird, conspiratorial expla…

More power to you! Watching 4.5 hours of tv per day just seems exhausting. No wonder the average National Average American is so fucking grumpy. That’s a part time job and people are paying out the nose for it.

That’s nice.

Not with that attitude. 

I’m so fucking sick of CGI roars, like the last moment of that trailer.

Oh, he’s always mad about stupid shit. 

Paul McCartney, on whom I take a wider view than most. I’d put a lot of Wings up there with the Beatles catalog, and his eponymous records are unimpeachable, if you ask me—right down to Temporary Secretary.

Kamasi’s “The Epic” really earns that name. It’s the sort of art that can reinvigorate one’s faith in whatever it is they want to have faith in. It’s just bottomlessly inventive, syncretic, and powerful. It’s overwhelming too; I think I’ve sat and listened to it straight through once. (Three hours!) 

Shit Name.

Most of my Cinematic Orchestra exposure comes from their Late Night Tales mix, so maybe I don’t have the best grasp on their style, but I think you may be interested in some Nils Frahm. His live album, Spaces is a good starting point. His exists somewhere undefinably along a spectrum of jazz, classical, and electronic…

Jesus fucking Christ, just say “I was wrong. My mistake. Then I got a little fired up.” It doesn’t hurt.

Come on, it’s the internet. NO BACKING DOWN!!!