have listened to nothing of value this weekend - went to see metalux/rah bras and was annoyed beyond belief at the pretentious pointlessness of those two awful girls + dirty hippie kid of metalux. low, dull thuds and piercing formless synth. why bother? rah bras ruled in a pre-recorded, super richmond badass sex bomb kind of way. everyone in the band sings well, the really put soul into the music and although it has industrial-lite inklings, i full endorse it.

totally got in THE WORST mood ever tonite listening to two guys bro down about their fucking record collections while stumbling drunkenly through queens. how sick and stupid is a life defined by ancedotes gained from listening to/buying records? baseball cards, purely baseball cards to me. the rareness/exclusivity of the LP format makes me ill, although i do buy vinyl i am not a collector, and the plurality and democracy of internet music listening makes all of it beyond irrelivant - something the asshole wfmu east coast snobs can never really get down with - in the real world, the pathetic hording of precious pressed fossil fuels is now not even a sign of higher taste, just snotty insider cave thinking. ya, cool dude, let's throw on some flipper.