irishtexan

Every side of this argument:

From what I recall the times I've been there, the Avenue B guy is kind of the sandwich-maker equivalent of the bartender at G&S.

That dude looks like a 32 year old IT specialist.

It would be way more aggy of them to beat Bama and LSU, pick up another win against someone, but lose to everyone else.

Your first problem is ordering pizza when you could order the pizza rolls, which are vastly superior to their mediocre pizza.

I like Deion but this is a much needed, much deserved ass kicking he’s taking. And I hope Oregon never lets off the gas.

Oregon is so close to blocking every punt. They’re gonna get one soon

I can’t tell if Oregon is really good or if CU is ass my dude. Probably a little of both

They had to go into OT to win against an unranked team. Now, if we stuck they might. But that win alone doesn’t elevate them over us.

Dabo is a fucking idiot. If that dude doesn’t have a transcendent QB his teams are ass

Spent a shit-fuck of money on Olivia Rodrigo tickets for my 9 year old daughter. She's pretty fucking stoked so this is basically gonna be her entire birthday present. My wife took her to Taylor Swift earlier this year and I'll take her to this show. That'll be fun, and OR writes catchy fucking songs. Last week I saw Bonnie Prince Billy at the Parish and the wife and I went to Jawbreaker at Emo's on Saturday. Both were great shows.

I read this in McSweeney's yesterday and felt very seen: https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/an-open-letter-to-the-pair-of-gen-z-men-in-the-northeast-regional-quiet-car-loudly-discussing-pitchforks-100-best-albums-of-all-time AN OPEN LETTER TO THE PAIR OF GEN-Z MEN IN THE NORTHEAST REGIONAL QUIET CAR LOUDLY DISCUSSING PITCHFORK’S 100 BEST ALBUMS OF ALL TIME by ELIZABETH BASTOS Your opinions on the discography of the last fifty years interests me about as much as you think it does a middle-aged woman traveling coach to Boston with a L.L. Bean boat tote filled with crackers. I read mild. I read invisible. I read that probably all I listen to is “Ripple” by the Grateful Dead. It’s easy to assume that I don’t know who Fugazi is. It’s okay, insult me—you can barely grow beards. Here’s the thing, though: I know who Fugazi is. And you will never grow beards because of the xenoestrogens in your plastic water bottles. Don’t be fooled by my comfortable and supportive footwear, my tie-dye rainbow Crocs; I know a lot about music. So it was insufferable for me to endure you two loudly opining in the Northeast Regional quiet car on the Velvet Underground’s 1970s New York scene. On DC punk in the 1980s. On trip-hop and Aphex Twin and post-punk and De La Soul and hip-hop and the country revival and New Orleans bounce and Ye and on which bands sucked Nirvana’s teat derivatively. Oh, you went on and on. I felt like I was trapped in one of those podcasts where know-it-all bros one-up each other. But I kept my mouth shut. However, when you struggled to name the Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist, I thought, It’s Flea, you total asshats. Then, as we were pulling out of Newark, one of you shrieked, “High key, dog, why are the Pixies on this Pitchfork ‘Best Albums of All Time’ list? They’re ass. Dog, they’re 100 percent derivative of Nirvana.” All my Gen-X senses started to tingle. You belittle the Pixies? You diss Black Francis? On the way to Massachusetts? On my gal, the bassist Kim Deal, you didn’t have a crush at Smith College in 1992? Were you not even born? I leaned over my Amtrak headrest and hissed, “Boyx, that’s cap. You’ve been talking out of your asses since Union Station.” I continued, “In ‘Five Classic Albums That Wouldn’t Exist Without Pixies’ Surfer Rosa,’ Jochan Embley wrote, ‘Grunge owes so much to Nirvana, but Nirvana owe a great deal to Pixies.’ Kurt Cobain publicly said he was trying to rip off a Pixies song when he wrote ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit.’ Nirvana was trying to sound like Pixies, you morons—Death to the Pixies.” I went on: “Disc one of Death to the Pixies is the random-button scrambling of the Pixies’ studio discs; disc two is a convincing live show that repeats a few of the songs and still doesn’t make you feel that you’ve heard too much. There are, of course, plenty of arguments to be made for the band’s original sequencing, but since the Pixies are as adept at pop hooks as they are at punk screech, the set works to freshen songs you know well — an effective reintroduction to a group that perhaps sounds even greater now than it did when making an LP a year in the late ’80s and early ’90s. Gigantic indeed.” You looked at me. My hair askew. My eyes blazing behind my +1.25 rainbow readers that, yep, match my Crocs. My seltzer sloshing in my hand. I hoped you were thinking, Holy shit, dog. We’re meeting a real-life strega for the Pixies. Stregas for the Pixies are the rarest, most righteous, ass-kicking, music-knowing mothefuckering fairies from planet ’90s. Josh, I wonder how she’s going to bless us? I don’t know, Jeraboam, but I am sure she will… somehow. Instead, you said, “Jesus Christ, lady. All right already.” You turned away from me. I heard you mutter, “Damn, dog, that’s one furious grandma.” You put on large puffy headphones and were silent all the way to Providence. There, you disembarked. I’m sorry. If you had been nice — if you had been like, “Wow, strega, you know things! We judged you incorrectly as boringly into ‘Ripple’ like every other oldster, but we were wrong, you’re an arrogant, loud, obnoxious music knower—you’re one of us,” I would have shared my water crackers with you and intricately detailed the post-Pixies solo careers of Frank Black and twin sisters Kim and Kelley Deal. After you left, a nice lady about my age boarded and asked if your seats were taken. I said, “Only if you have a favorite Pixies song and can defend your reasoning at a volume appropriate to the Amtrak quiet car.” She pulled her readers off the top of her head where they were nestled in the gray bun of her hair and let them hang around her neck on their rainbow-beaded lanyard. She sized me up and said, “‘Gigantic.’” See, sirs, it’s not so hard to get along with me. If you do land a podcast—and I sincerely hope you do, because I’m not sure you are good for anything else and I actually, grudgingly, liked your take on Iron Maiden—please consider me. I bring something unexpected to your podcast: the entire audience of Gen-X women in menopause. Here’s to Blood on the Tracks, boys, the best Dylan album, and don’t argue with me. — Liz

IDLES is filling some big venues. Just thought of them. Austin's own Black Pumas are too. I guess Imagine Dragons counts as a rock band even if they suck donkey dick. I'm not serious about any of this shit, btw.

Fuck me. I had no idea about this until right now. Not sure how I missed it. Bummer.

Jason Isbell is a progressive country musician that sometimes plays rock and roll songs. But he's not a rock and roll artist Americana. Not rock. Who? Neither of those bands are selling out amphitheaters. And their own wiki says Goose is a jam band and Caamp is a folk band. Not rock. Good call. But barely making the cut, as War on Drugs started in 2005 and VW in 2006. None of those bands are rock bands. They're americana/folk. Maybe Nathaniel Rateliff? I don't know. He's not for me. Yep. And I said it doesn't make sense. If you want to call Fugazi a punk band that's fine. It's all subjective. And I'm just taking the piss out of everyone and fucking around. That's why genres are stupid. It's all music.

Name one rock band formed within the last 20 years old selling out amphitheaters.

Gatekeeping is the central pillar of the punk rock ethos. For most people who say they like punk rock it's "I can't define what's punk and what isn't punk, but I know it when I hear it/see it." Sometimes it doesn't even make sense. Minor Threat was punk. Fugazi is not punk. Black Flag is punk, but Rollins Band is not punk. Green Day used to be punk, but stopped being punk after Dookie. The Replacements were a punk band on their first record, had a few punk tracks on Hootenanny, and then stopped being punk on Let it Be, even if the way they lived their lives were punk as fuck. On that note, Husker Du is punk. Replacements, not punk. Sometimes hardcore can be classified as punk rock but sometimes it isn't. Black Flag, Misfits, Rise Against and OFF!? Punk. Hot Water Music, Fugazi, Converge? Not punk. But anyway, yeah, punk rock is all about gatekeeping.

If a district is receiving recapture, then any local bonds passed (to fund stadiums and other unnecessary bullshit) reduce the amount of recapture funding by the corresponding amount. Get $100m in recapture but pass a $50m bond? You only get $50m in recapture now. Take care of your own first. Fiscal responsibility and all that.

What I'm more interested in is the districts that receive recapture funds, and the amount.

It took them this long to figure out that plying people full of booze loosens the wallets?

When I lived in Chicago the suburbs would be inundated with Cicadas every 12 years or so. My work buddy (Nebraska alum. Haha. Loser) said his little dog would go outside to piss/shit every morning and gorge on cicadas because they pretty much covered every surface, everywhere. He stopped feeding the dog for like 6 weeks. The dog's shits were nothing but legs and wings. I don't think my buddy ate any cicadas, even though he's a bugeater. Weird.

Fuck. I just realized I'm less than 10 years away from qualifying for this community. Would shotgunning beers and blasting Slayer shirtless in the front yard be frowned upon in this sexy swinging seniors scene? Because I still do that from time to time.

That's about what Worthy's gonna get on Saturday. Would be 700 without the drops.

Haven't seen a formal cause of death issued. Footage was grainy but I didn't see some wild haymaker. Too many people for the victim to bang his head on the concrete. He apparently got up after being hit and then collapsed after and died. Seems more likely he died from cardiac arrest than being punched. But what the fuck do I know.

You can pick up a "Live, Laugh, Love" sign for your kitchen and "It's Wine O'Clock Somewhere" sign for your bar! Just be sure to get there early. They go fast.