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We may be hitting the nostalgia apex with Steven Spielberg’s Ready Player One, and it feels like something’s about to break.
Emo music is having a renaissance, and it’s making former emo dudes like me realize emo dudes weren’t always the good guys.
A few days ago I went to Best Buy to buy the new Green Day CD. (If this were Twitter, that sentence would have been followed by something like “#tweetsfrom1997.”) It felt… weird. Chilling, really. Have you stepped into a Best Buy recently? It’s like visiting a Blockbuster Video (Not that I’ve done that, of course, but I saw the episode of South Park a few weeks back that showed what it must be like.): employees cluster around each other, talking merrily until they see a customer stagger in, and then they swarm. Rows and rows of Blu-Rays, DVDs, and CDs line the middle of the store, but if you watch carefully you can actually see these shelves getting smaller an inch at a time.
Kurt Cobain’s devotion to fan integrity and purity shouldn’t be admired.
Why did Weezer’s Rivers Cuomo peak as a songwriter so early in his career?
On being a poor person on a cold night in a warm city with inadequate heating and insomnia, plus thoughts on Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange, the presidency of Ullysses S. Grant, the Gorillaz, and more!
Everything and everyone is depressed. What’s going on?
Plus: I list things I find overrated and underrated. How original.
The frontman for emo superstars AFI has a poignant message in defense of the world’s prawns.
My journey into the abyss that is Nickelback’s catalog continues, and I try to answer life’s most important question: What is Nickelback’s worst song?
The Nickelback Diaries: Day One In which I set out to scale Mount Nickelback. by MATT STOKES | AUGUST 10, 2009 It's THE NICKELBACK DIARIES! You can also read the INTRODUCTION to this series and PART TWO. Put your girlfriend in the bet to make things good '...
I suddenly understand a song I’ve heard 89,000 times.
A bartender hands me a stack of Nickelbacks in retaliation for my insulting his favorite band. So I set out to investigate how bad this band really is.
In a bad year for music, I pick my ten favorite albums. It’s all rock music, because I’m boring.
I saw Weezer live in Houston. It was my first time seeing my favorite band live.