You know what would be nice? If someone -- anyone -- could just please fucking ROCK already. Remember rock? Good for you, because I sure don';t. Ever since these waify emo guys and their wintery beards hijacked the airwaves, life has seemed like an endless Shins concert. Times were, rock stars wouldn';t bore you with emotional baggage. They would bury those feelings, appropriately, in a toxic cycle of opiates, sex, and occasionally dying on the toilet. The system worked for decades. But now shit';s gotten all "Zach Braff-i-fied." The worst are bands like The Killers, Vampire Weekend, and Grizzly Bear, who trick you with an ironically badass name, and then make music that has nothing to do with killing, vampiring, or mauling people to death. Enough! If anyone needs me, I';ll be putting myself to sleep with the latest from Iron & Wine. Please wake me when it';s time to rock again (or when its t-shirt time).
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