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It's nice to see the hard work and perseverance pay off - especially, when you have several of their early self released vinyls.
I avoid tik tok like the plague, so I know I'm late to this, but I just found out that TV Girl blew up and now has over 21 million monthly listeners on spotify?!? Insanity. Though Brad's music is timeless for those in their early 20s, so it makes sense.
Maybe now I'll actually be able to retire someday...
Mar 14, 2024
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basically the only piece of art from the 2010s aa tennis skirt era that has aged tastefully which is a testament to skys talent and ability. drunk as fuck just put on youre not the one and started crying like it really is that deep idgaf what anyone says â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
one of the greatest pop records of all time (imo! which is heavily biased but DEFINITELY one of the greatest pop records of the 2010s). sky has yet to follow this up cuz she knows yall aint ready. tired of ppl joking about her being a âhas-beenâ when sheâs literally worked with the jesus and mary chain david lynch and primal scream. shes an artists artist <3
Mar 14, 2025
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literally could not be more excited for her and brat (shouldâve been aoty) but itâs always bittersweet when an artist you love blows up like that and their very intense impact on one group of ppl is stood up next to new fans/the general publicâs opinion. itâs exciting but itâs sort of awkward. i dont think we can explain what music means to us.
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pop 2 rlly is so f*cking fun and cool
Feb 10, 2025
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the way i could write a world-changing 33 1/3 about this album!!! oh my goodness. (this is the kind of album you write after achieving meteoric pop success if you are a serious person, in case any inescapably famous singer-songwriters are taking notes.)
but for real -- this album is at once a perfectly-preserved late 90s time capsule (neurotic, stylish, a hint of a sneer, but real hope underwriting it all) and also secretly about us, right now, in the year of our lord 2024. it's fierce and smart and darkly hilarious. it's about going to therapy and getting your dad to go to therapy, and then feeling weird imagining the kind of dark shit your dad must be working through in therapy. itâs about trying to search for the divine while watching a bunch of idiot rich people get influenced into paying $2000 for like past life regression readings or whatever and feeling weird about the idea that theyâre searching for the same divine you are, because if theyâre looking for it too then it canât possibly be the real thing, can it? itâs about being the bright young thing who wrote jagged little pill and suddenly finding all of your interpersonal relationships totally unworkable because everybody is too blinded by the brightness of the young thing who wrote jagged little pill to let you also be a human being. itâs about feeling so old already at 24 and looking back on your teenage self at a tender distance as if those days were a lifetime ago, as if youâre actually any wiser now. itâs about wondering if anything you will ever do is ever, ever going to be good enough. alanisâs lyrics here are biting and precocious and the songs are just so chatty (witness âfront rowâ in which she layers four entire extra verses behind the chorus, effectively writing a whole bonus song because the situation is just too complicated to explain in four minutes) and theyâre talking about all the same things we talk about now, in the same way we talk about them now, except without all the self-serious posturing so many of our contemporary songwriters fall prey to. (âthe couchâ is somehow both the most earnest and the least corny song anybody has ever written about therapy.) i know this album must have hit properly when it came out because it was the only thing my mom played in our house for the entire calendar year of 1999, but it feels so preternaturally tailor-made for the moment weâre in now that i canât believe it hasnât had one of those improbable tiktok renaissances or whatever that seem to keep happening. highly recommend a revisit or a first acquaintance if you havenât made one.
Feb 6, 2024
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I don't know how well this actually answers your initial question, I think it's more of a counterpoint to some of the stuff people have already said, but here it goes.
In the past (prior to social media or search engines) specific styles, specialized knowledge, and niche awareness actually took effort. You had to go out into the world and find a scene, be accepted, participate in it, contribute to it, and learn from others with specific knowledge within the specific sub- or counter-cultural scene. It took time, effort, and experience to craft an identity. Nowadays people cycle through various identities and trends like commodities because it takes no effort (they're sold to them by social media algorithms, influencers, brand accounts, etc.). It comes to you in your phone without you ever even having to leave the house or put in the time to discover it or participate in it (you just follow specific people or subscribe). You can be a passive observer or consumer, not an active contributor. As a result, you're not invested or tied down and committed to that core identity. You can cosplay depending on your mood or who you want to momentarily convey yourself as, because it's easy. Essentially, being a poser has become normalized. An identity is now something to be momentarily consumed and affected, rather than grown, built, and developed over time.
Granted, it's always been different in regards to "mass" culture and popular trends (both in the past and now). Those are impossible to miss and were always monopolized by specific trend setting institutions, but always by the time it gets to that point, the actual initial counter- or sub-culture that inspired it has already been coopted and has started to disintegrate under the weight and attention of mass consumption.
Feb 18, 2024
It's an action deserving of its own nickname. My cat's name is Gomez, but when he crosses his paws like this, he turns into Hodgkins Plumpersocks.
Feb 2, 2024
Oatmeal raisin cookies don't get enough love. As a kid, my palate couldn't appreciate their subtle flavor, but thankfully oatmeal raisin cookies we're rehabilitated for me later in life. I now see the error of my ways, and am trying to evangelize about them, and rehabilitate them for others, by making this recipe.
They're great cause they're not too sweet, so they feel appropriate for both dessert and breakfast. They're also like a blank canvas of oaty brown sugar goodness that you can then imbue with whatever add-ins you want (thus turning one recipe into a plethora of variations). My personal favorites are semi-sweet chocolate chips, dried cranberries, and roasted cashews.
Feb 26, 2024