Giuseppe Zangara

BLOW ME. .....Oops, or is that a comment fitted for the Hardcore folder? I'd say so, my friend—that was pretty vicious! An atomic-powered wasp's sting, that echos through to each of the cockles of my heart! Seriously, you bozo, which I totally am right now ... you wouldn't dare take me on in a place like Hardcore Discussion. You know they renamed it that 'cause of me, right? I'm a bad man, and the ante had to be upped immensely to accomodate my extreme aura of attitude. So ... still feeling bold enough? Then grab on tight to your carefully-manufactured little image, Dr. Hollywood, and take yourself out for a spin into a land that time forgot, save for the little dates that go up on the top of every post. But if I was your publicist, I'd advise you against this. A lot of people would rather be eternally branded a coward than an emasculated fool. But at least with the last option, you can pretend that you have a shot of coming out of this smelling like petunias. Oh, and after everyone watches you take a thorough lashing across all your ugly parts, you won't have to fret yourself over any girl problems. I doubt she'll be wanting anything to do with you or your fakey-breaky little luau. I am going to make fun of you so bad.

Subtle, but awesome.

It's heartbreaking when some decrepit old man dies.

The early 90s had a great fondess for garish clothing, too, which resulted in the popularity of neon as a fashion statement. Check any hip hop video circa '91 for proof. Questionable fashion sense was the order of the day, is all. It's nothing like the Queer Eye and metrosexuality of popular culture in the 21st century; if anything, the 80s were the most conservative decade since the 50s.

Goth didn't necessarily equate gay. And Robert Smith's sexuality was a non-issue in light of the much more obv. homosexualness of Boy George.

Damien Jurado's Where Shall You Take Me? Kinda like Will Oldham/Bonnie "Prince" Billy, but less twisted and shambolic. I like it, though it lacks the off-kilter charm of Mr. Oldham's work.

The New York Dolls were from the 70s and no one ever really questioned Robert Smith's sexuality. That was more for Morrissey, but the Smiths never achieved the stateside commercial success of the Cure.

I remember that the Nintendo Entertainment System cost $215 when it hit the market in 1985. I didn't get one until two years later; it came with Super Mario Bros, while my mom also got me Kung Fu and The Legend of Zelda. I remember being in awe of Tone Loc's "Wild Thing," mainly because I'd never really heard such a dirty song before, especially on the radio. Around this time, I acquired Prince's Purple Rain on cassette, though the masturbation reference in "Darling Nikki" went over my prepubescent head. That Prince tape, by the way, was the only "cool" musical item in small cassette collection. I also had Europe's The Final Countdown and the David Lee Roth solo album, Skyscraper. And Wham!'s Make it Big. "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" was the jam back in the day.

And that teachers could and would physically manhandle students without the fear of lawsuits. I was a good kid, though.

All I remember about the 80s is that I had a couple of really cool Garbage Pail Kids shirts that grossed out all the girls and made me the envy of all the boys in the 3rd grade.

Really? I had no idea I was associating myself with such a loser. Don't you know I only talk to cool message board people?

I'm sure Angelslayer thinks this thread is good.

How lame must you be to be continually shat on by the populace of a message board while still coming back for more.

Sugar - File Under: Easy Listening (1994) Second and final album from former Hüsker Dü member Bob Mould's second most famous band, this CD is filled with Mould's distinct buzzsaw guitar sound, wrapped around some gorgeous melodies and pop hooks. Check out the insanely catchy "Your Favorite Thing" and get rocked by "Gee Angel" for proof of that this band should've been all over "alternative" radio in 1994.

He's only gotten worse since he adopted the self-deprecating, "yeah, I know I suck" schtick.

How in the hell is he like Hawthorne.

I wasn't even saying it was a bad thread. Angelslayer is very sensitive.

Agent of Oblivion, can you let me borrow some of your mod powers.

See, some threads are terrible from the very start; people posting in them only makes it worse (it doesn't help that the follow-up posts are usually bad, too). This thread, however, was funny enough without anyone responding to it. Even if all the other posts in this thread were good/great/whatever, it would be irrelevant. It would've been far more amusing if no one followed JSYK's request and actually discuss. Anything. La Parka

That's not what I meant.

This thread would've worked better had no one replied to it.

If you're gonna make your album 70+ minutes long, you really need to be able to justify that extreme length. This happens far too often in hip hop; Kanye West's The College Dropout would be great if it were missing about 20 minutes. Also, Ludacris' Word of Mouf was a fine record, but was burdened by about a half-hour of treacle in its 80 minute running time. Quality, not quantity, ya know? fake edit: This thread was inspired by my finally listening to Modest Mouse's absurdly long The Lonesome Crowded West from start to finish today. I'd always heard bits and pieces of it through other people, but today was the day I tackled the behemoth in its entirety. Yikes. I may've mentioned indie and hip hop in this post, but this thread is open to all walks of life. Does anyone here feel like they're being ripped off if they spend money on a CD that runs less than, say, 40 minutes?

No, I'm not losing like I can't hack it on this board anymore, but I'm losing my identity, since it's been appropriated by so many people now. Unless that's what happened to Pantera. It's not like I'd know.

Why. It's not like you'd be the first.