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I grew up in the Wasteland, yo. When Curve came to open for Jesus & Mary Chain (who we knew because they had a song on MTV) we had heard of them only because they were next to "The Cure" in the bins at Sam Goody which was an hour's drive away. But my town of 11,000 people? TWO country music stations, AM and FM.
I think it's fair to say that the only reason Grunge exists is because rock/metal had reached such a dead end. You can draw a line between Zeppelin and Guns & Roses that passes through Van Halen and Deep Purple but then you hit - Whitesnake? Skid Row? Please. Meanwhile the innovation had passed completely to rap and all the studio cats that had made their living in an era of precise, high-budget songwriting turned to...
Hear these guitars?
Hear them again?
Same producer. That guitar song goes back to AC/DC or beyond, which he also produced.
Thing of it is? You could listen to Aerosmith and your hair band buddies wouldn't give you any shit whatsoever despite the fact that this is a song for pussies:
Country gets a bad rap because this cultural thing grew up around it whereby if you were cooooooool you couldn't listen to Country and if you listened to Country you were duty bound to kick the shit out of hippies. Call it the "Charlie Daniels wing" of country music - where songs about stomping queers and putting a boot up your ass if you don't respect the US of A lives. It's so abhorrent to everyone who isn't into country music that it's all they see. It wasn't until the '00s that we remembered Willy Nelson is basically a lovable old hippie with a hell of a voice who rawks harder than half the pussies they put up in front of you these days.
Thing of it is? Genres were invented by the advertising agencies so that they could sell cigarette ads more effectively. The whole artifice is so pointless that it took them until 2014 to stop counting ringtones.. Most of the people who made the music - not the 1hit1ders that burned their lives up for studio time back when it was the only way to work, but the guys who wrote the lyrics and played the instrument and twisted the knobs - did whatever paid them. And that is how AC/DC, Shania Twain and Britney Spears can share a producer.
Some really good stuff there, thanks.
I've experienced some scope creep of late. I splurged on a used pair of SE846. The new ones are insanely expensive. This was risky as I've done it before and got counterfeits; it's typical for thugs to embezzle the headphones from a music store, sell the individual drivers online, then use all the stuff that comes with it combined with cheap shitty Chinese knockoffs so that your $1000 stolen headphones becomes an $1800 haul off of eBay.
These are genuine. Through an odd twist of events we had some 215s, some 535s and four different cables (and two different preamps) to play with and while I was expecting the 535s to be better than the 215s and the 846s to be not nearly better enough than the 535s to justify the $500 difference, I was shocked and annoyed to discover that thousand dollar headphones sound about a thousand dollars better than $100 headphones and about $950 better than $500 headphones. They're really good.
But now I can tell the difference between a 128k MP3 and a 320k MP3. And I can bloody well tell the difference between a 320k MP3 and FLAC. And oh yes, children, I can absolutely tell when you put an inexpensive DAC between the file and the driver.
And then you sit there going "are these good? Oh shit, these are good, OH CRAP NOW I HAVE TO LISTEN TO ALL MY MUSIC AGAIN"
It's weird. I've probably listened to Massive Attack's Risingson a few hundred times in my life, often on very expensive systems. It's one of my "ring it out" tracks. But I hear it differently now - the chords aren't the same because I heard them through ridiculous drivers right in my ear canals and now when I hear it I hear the chords as if they're different notes. The effect persists when I listen in the car, when I listen to my little bluetooth box, etc. The psychoacoustic expectations of the song have permanently shifted.
And now I have to download everything as FLAC again and seriously, begrudgingly consider fucking TIDAL because Google Play Music has been suckin' hard for a long time and isn't going to be getting any better and also, I hear how cheap it is now.
Anyway. The audiophile phuckheads have their magic playlists so here's a taste of the tracks that have been in heavy rotation because they're just so damn good.
My point exactly: a trend revealed by google searches doesn't necessarily indicate a trend on the rise, it could just as easily indicate a trend running out of runway.
Although really we're talking about wine coolers so I don't know how much of a "trend" there really is. I consoled myself over the proliferation of radlers and shandies and the utter disappearance of lagers by arguing that at least Bartles & Jaymes was gone and then there was an entire fucking endcap of the shit. Meanwhile, the white trash summer beverage that kept my mother perpetually trashed from memorial day to labor day is apparently "a light buzz summer drink perfect for the front porch."
- The simpler the recipe, the more critical the ingredients. Slater likes Broadbent Rainwater Madeira—a style named after its gentleness—which he says is “not too dry or too rich like a malmsey,” a sweeter class of Madeira. And he prefers Boylan Heritage tonic for its balance and deft touch with citrus.
Fuckin' Gallo & Canada Dry, you poncy gits
Just because you're now pretentiously sipping "michiladas" doesn't mean you didn't simply leave the tequila out of your trasherita.
I've read three articles in the past month about how much aperol spritzes suck and no one should drink them and you should feel bad for saying the word aperol and I'd never heard of the shit before the it crowd decided to hate on it.
It's a blue collar occupational hazard.
I knew a guy who worked at a smelter. I can't remember why but there were chunks of cyanide on the floor the size of hockey pucks. And molten metal. Everywhere molten metal. The workers tended to regulate their moods with coke and weed. Except my buddy, who failed a drug test, did some treatment, and realized that smelters sober are safer than smelters high but substantially more terrifying.
- drivers said they feel uncomfortable complaining at a company that offers one of the nation's best paying jobs for workers without college degrees.
And there it is.
- Nearly two-thirds of the trucks used by FedEx, UPS' main competitor, are leased, and the company doesn't mandate that the vehicles be air-conditioned. FedEx told NBC News, however, that all of the more than 30,000 vehicles the company owns are air-conditioned.
And there it is again.
- The most common action OSHA has taken against UPS for heat conditions is issuing so-called "hazard letters." At least seven UPS facilities have received these letters since 2011, records show. Such letters outline hazards employees face and then recommend fixes, like adapting the schedule on high-heat days and ensuring workers take breaks. Making those fixes, however, is voluntary.
But hey - that pickle they're telling you to pack? They didn't have to do that.
I hear you on the dock doors. Loading docks scare the shit out of me. They're the kind of thing that becomes normal and no longer terrifying and then things get harried and you look up and someone's dead.
Neighbor downstairs kept cats. Called to them every morning and every night. We noticed he stopped calling, though. Then the cats were around everywhere. Eventually they went away. Found out about two months later that the guy who took care of them - friendly, late-middle-aged guy in a dress shirt, tie and a dapper little hat - got pinned between a dock and a truck. Another neighbor told me that apparently there was just enough time to hold his hand and look into his eyes as he died. His invalid mom was in there; we didn't find out what happened to her.
But we saw the cats for a while. They were skittish.
I'm more drunk than usual?
ANd I haven't had a lot of sleep
And I need to get up in the morning so this will be more terse than usual
You just reached back to the MAGNA FUCKING CARTA
to prove a libertarian talking point.
is 700yearsinthefuckingfuture in your account.
The year you choose to argue
Is closer to the FALL OF FUCKING ROME
than the fall of the twin towers.
Modern American culture arranges our childhood, our adolescence and our early adulthood around the idea of the Great Brass Ring. Around and around you go, bobbing meaninglessly up and down for year after year after year, until finally you notify all your family and they come up and celebrate you and you have that amazing brunch at Tony Roma's and there it is! Shiny! Round! Shiny and Round!
It's entirely normal to look around and go is this all there is? as soon as you discover that yeah - you beat the boss in the final battle but you basically leveled up to Hard Mode in the exact same fucking game and that your chakras are still misaligned, your sense of purpose is still listless and the future you were led to expect is not the future you inhabit.
It sounds like you're ahead of schedule. Congratulations. That's called a "head start." What you will discover is that the world is full of people who have decided that the carousel is not the only carnival ride. Look around. See what you see. Because while you can still disappoint your parents, the disappointment they can feel is a tiny fraction of the fulfillment you can earn by doing what you actually want to do.
- some guy who works 4 months a year, drives a Porsche and has a wife that looks bangin' in yoga pants at 44
- I guess I always thought that - in theory - a person with the right access and inclination and pedantic verve, could compile such a database. In theory.
But I never thought anyone would actually do it!
Turns out the DEA is much more serious about their job than I thought they were...
Worthy of note: this is data compiled by the DEA out of discovery motions launched by civil suits against the pharma manufacturers. They have data from 2006 to 2012... In 2019. They sure as shit didn't have it in 2006, and weren't looking for it.
The reason the opioid epidemic went from 'oxycontin is great!' to 'oh shit grandma and all her friends are junkies' is that every coroner in every county in every state in the nation has their own euphemism for "drug overdose" and it wasn't until public health officials in Washington, Oregon and Ohio went back and combed through five years of data in 2013 to manually confirm - via phone and email - whether or not this or that cadaver became a cadaver due to drugs that we suddenly had an opioid crisis on our hands.
And the reason this tilts heavily towards prescription drugs is it doesn't show the deaths of patients that were eventually cut off by their doctor or their insurance company or their copay or whatever and discovered that street heroin saves them about 80 cents on the dollar over oxycontin.
The typewriters under discussion are basically an evolution of The Thing to the point where the keypresses of a typewriter could be turned into language even after being converted from 8-bit to 4-bit.