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Yo Kanye West, Imma let you finish your publicity stunt, but Eddie Vedder made the most awkward award ceremony moment OF ALL TIME.
Going to repost any and all Vedder posts until my Backspacer vinyl arrives.
Coma - Guns N’ Roses
Easily one of the best ten-minute songs to include a defibrillator but oddly no chorus in the last 19 years. This song is the Shawshank Redemption to the Forrest Gump that was “November Rain.” In other words, no one noticed this song, but lyric people know what’s up. Axl Rose literally passed out while writing the end of this song. If you don’t think that’s rock and roll, I don’t want to know you.
I and Love and You - The Avett Brothers
You heard it here first: the Avett Bros. will be this year’s Kings of Leon.
In Chicago for 2 nights of Pearl Jam at United Center. If you never hear back from me, my face either exploded out of awesomeness or I got knifed in an alley.
Cop: Hello sir. We have received reports of an eccentric-looking man.
Bob Dylan: But I’m Bob Dylan. Leave me alone.
Cop: Ahh, that’s exactly what an eccentric-looking man would say. Okay, “Bob Dylan.” Come with us.
Bob Dylan: Don’t you recognize me? I’m standing next to Willie Nelson.
Cop: Who is Willie Nelson?
(via joshmohrer)
My girlfriend spilled beer on my MacBook. Now the keys are all sticky and the mouse doesn’t work. What is the most convenient way of killing her and desposing of her body without anyone finding out?
Part Four of the “Happiest Sounding Sad Songs’
Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond
It is rare that a bar will kick people out at the end of the night before 1969’s anthemic “Sweet Caroline” comes on the jukebox. Each night, drunkards all over the country sing along and pump their fists to each “ba, ba, BA.” Beside alcoholics, dozens of sporting teams (including the NY Rangers, Red Sox, Penn State, and Red Wings) have played the song after home victories.
If you actually sit down and listen to the words, it lyrically alludes to some sort of seasonal fling with a woman named Caroline. That’s fine; 90% of songs are written about women. Except for the creepy undertones in this song. What creepy undertones? Well, how about that this song is about old Neil serenading JFK’s then eleven year-year old daughter. He divulged the inspiration behind the song two years ago, citing a picture of a young Caroline Kennedy. Diamond explained, “It was a picture of a little girl dressed to the nines in her riding gear, next to her pony.”
Ohhh. That’s not weird.
Chuck Klosterman says there are no such thing as guilty pleasures. I tend to agree, so while Rob Thomas isn’t quite a guilty pleasure, he’s not something I’m incredible comfortable admitting to.