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“ The beer and cigarettes were ruining him. He would pester passers-by for booze.

—A Russian chimpanzee has been sent to rehab by zookeepers to cure the smoking and beer-drinking habits he has picked up.
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The Ponys - I Wanna Fuck You

I generally am not in the song-rebloggin’ business, but man. One of my favorite songs of all time.

(via fecklesss and moonrat)

Yo, EPDW, this is you, right? Gonna try to make it down for this. I’ll be the guy in the glasses drinking way too much with the guys from Leather. Also, whoever made this flyer spelled “psychedelic” wrong. (Image via michaeldempster).

Yo, EPDW, this is you, right? Gonna try to make it down for this. I’ll be the guy in the glasses drinking way too much with the guys from Leather.

Also, whoever made this flyer spelled “psychedelic” wrong.

(Image via michaeldempster).

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“ We didn’t give a fuck about Ronald Reagan or world politics, though on occasion we pretended to in our songs. Blame that on Eric who wrote BAN THE BIBLE and, after getting labeled a homophobe, wrote I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE GAY. I preferred songs about stealing babies from shopping carts and fighting with my mother. Gary thought the hamburgers from Wendy’s smelled like pussy. We ate a lot of those hamburgers, and it was thanks to those pussy-smelling hamburgers that we met what was to become the baddest and the fastest drummer in the south, David Magoo who, when we were going through the drive-thru asked us if we needed a drummer.

—John Hodges, guitarist of 1980’s Florida hardcore group Hated Youth. It bears mentioning that this incredible quote is from 2000. (via)
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Medley of songs from Pavement’s first reunion gig last night. The part where Malkmus starts off “Gold Soundz” all shaky and a cappella is my favorite because it seems the most spontaneous and stupid, but in the back of my head I know it was probably rehearsed. That, combined with the fact that I’m going to at least one of the shows anyway, sums up my thoughts on the reunion of my favorite band.

Bonus: Normally-intolerable Klosterman writes decent piece on Malkmus for GQ. The best part is when Bob Nastanovich claims that the easiest way to get in touch with Malkmus, even about Pavement stuff, is to propose a fantasy basketball trade and include your question in the email.

Things You Learn When At Your Parents' House:

  1. When you were in elementary school, the nurse and her husband were junkies and all of the adults knew about it.
  2. Your mother likes the new puppy way more than she likes the cats.

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Wipe Your Feet: When I was sixteen or so I discovered coffee.

You think about it as if it were black tar heroin. “Should I try it? It might feel good. It might feel lousy.” A cup and a half in you remember why you ever went down this dark road in the first place: while you’re throwing your first load of laundry in, you realize that if the government just got it together to seed all the clouds over the southwest United States, there would be no drought.

Considering I’m in the middle of spending a few peaceful-but-boring days at the parents’ house and have just finished my second pot of coffee, this hit pretty close to home.

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Angry Samoans - STP not LSD

How good the Angry Samoans got after the classic first LP is probably one of the better-kept secrets of 80’s punk. I’ve always had it in the back of my mind to start an ill-advised acoustic project just so I would have an excuse to cover this song.

Andy Rooney wrote a book called My War.

Andy Rooney wrote a book called My War.