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June 20, 2007

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more mad

lauren, my friend who we had drinks once at the levee with and argued about the "originality" of the shins, is a big fan. hi fives for your prolificness.

Anonymous

clientele is cuntmusic for people who are already so dead they can't tell the difference between jerked-off cum and the real deal. and when i say they're dead, i mean they're little scumbubbles floating on the surface of the broth of life. People who are so divorced from things of any real meaning, that they easily slip into that drunken state of appeasement with their own microuniverse, totally afraid, and secretly gleeful that they'll never, ever be forced to consider anything other than what's right in front of them.

Ten years from now, the clientele will be, at best, a scar on music history memorializing some putrid, incidental disease acquired by accident long, long ago.

Fucking terrible music.

md

What I love most about Anonymous' comment is the way that it's so specific to the Clientele's music. It's this kind of deep analysis that sets off a meaningful dialog between two people with differing opinions allowing both people to grow and learn.

Anonymous, I would love the debate the difference between "jerked-off cum" and "the real deal." I would argue they are in fact "the same" although frequently differing in quantity and velocity.

Although this is distraction from my original point, which is, while I do not LOVE the Clientele, I think you could find a much more erudite, precise, or even let's-say-intelligible way to critique them.

Anonymous

When two people fuck, and one of those people is about to come, the other person is a factor in every movement, every nervous impulse that leads up to the final product. But, maybe I'm splitting hairs here: it's probably just as nice when someone jerks off in your face.

The clientele aren't musicians any more than Pavlov was.

md

Is the connection here: When a bell rings Pavlov's dog salivates and when someone jerks off in your face *you* salivate?

ht

man, you know, sometimes a girl wants to take a break from quirk-hating vitriol and write about something she really quite likes. and what happens? anonymous vitriol. the extent of the vitriol i don't really understand, but the anonymity i find appalling. if you're going to comment lamely, at least give us a name that we can transform into a mean-spirited in-joke.

Anonymous

Elective anonymity is one of the last true virtues of the internet, when you can get it.

Carson

Anonymous, what music do you like? What is the real deal?

more mad

well i was only going to comment on yer blog when i was sober but then i would never get to say anything so... this is great i think the clientele should use this as a blurb. it's brilliant.

"clientele is cuntmusic for people who are already so dead they can't tell the difference between jerked-off cum and the real deal. and when i say they're dead, i mean they're little scumbubbles floating on the surface of the broth of life. People who are so divorced from things of any real meaning, that they easily slip into that drunken state of appeasement with their own microuniverse, totally afraid, and secretly gleeful that they'll never, ever be forced to consider anything other than what's right in front of them."

there's always gonna be scumbubbles on a soapbox...

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  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

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