Category: Stories We Made Up
This Heavy Metal Blog Is Dead Now. But You Won’t Believe What Killed Them.
Editors’ Note: Pray our eternal thanks to Paul Graham Raven for this thoughtful epic which he wrote as his DP swansong, instead of working on an actual Book-For-Publication. Pretty foolish of him, but we love him to bits anyway. Also it’s rather brilliant. Godspeed, you mad lugubrious bastard (nb: lugubrious means ‘wordy’ okay?).
Over the last five years or so, I’ve come to the conclusion that music doesn’t matter like it used to, and that it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t matter.
The image that drove it home was a poster for some student shin-dig, an “iPod disco”—a night out where everyone goes to da club with their own music player, and dances to their own beat as heard on their headphones. How utterly neoliberal is that? You couldn’t make a better metaphor for individualist consumerism if you tried. Music as wallpaper, a domesticated … Read More »
Films are best when the music is so loud that you want to leave. Fortunately that’s every film nowadays.
Goodbye Rap Bus. It was short and so, so sweet.
rap bus rap bus what u gonna do what u gonna do when the rap bus stops. rap bus!
NEW: Paul Stephenson descends a circle deeper into Hell.