Friends, you get tired,
and then you only want to write about stuff that you already love;
stuff that doesn’t need to be wrestled with for hours before
you feel comfortable saying something about it. You get tired, and
you want to write another Lifter Puller piece, say (I’ve been
singing the song that starts “She says it’s good to get
tanned/she says it’s bad to get burned” all day long); or
else you want to finally break down and get all maudlin about how
Alma Mater by the Stockholm Monsters is incontestably the greatest
album of all time, bar none, all records coming in its wake being
weak pretenders to an unassailable throne; that, or you want to get
downright ornery about Naked Raygun’s “Vanilla Blue”
7”, which, even with its total throwaway b-side, is a 7”
for the ages, its front cover a slight rush-job, its a-side seething
angry eighties Chicago indie brilliance.
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