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The criteria: Influence. Popularity. Originality. Depth of detail. Read the rest of this entry
The funniest Onion article I’ve read in a while: Pitchfork Gives Music 6.8.
The best line, quoting Ryan Schreiber: “In the end, though music can be brilliant at times, the whole medium comes off as derivative of Pavement.”
A lot of people say that you shouldn’t have guilty pleasures, you should just like what you like and be proud of it. Fine. If you like Jessica Simpson, say it loud and proud. But who can be proud of their inability to not laugh at farts? If we should feel guilty about liking anything, it’s farts. Well, here’s my shameful confession: the times that I’ve laughed the hardest in movies were at crass humor. I appreciate and admire clever cerebral humor more than crass humor, but I laugh harder at the crass stuff, despite the fact that it makes me feel like an idiot. Read the rest of this entry