I predict that fifty years from now music won't even be music at all. You'll go to buy your favorite band's newest record (or whatever the equivalent is at the time), open the jewel case (or whatever the equivalent is at the time), and instead of a CD (or...you know) there'll be a candy bar and a cardboard cutout of a duck. Pitchfork will give it an 8.7, lauding its "defiance of conventional consumer expectations...a format-bending exercise in which the listener is challenged to consider the value of being a listener at all, which in turn necessitates retroactive revision of all the music ever made since the beginning of time, counterintuitively rendering Lunar Carpet Blackout's Sugar and Feathers at once the most meaningless album ever made and also the single most definitive." It will henceforth spawn legions of lesser rogues content to rip off the idea of stuffing their packaging with nonmusical items, and by the year 2200, college music theory classes will actually be courses on how to repair antique lawnmowers. Students will laugh distinguished laughs at the idea that music used to be "musical" the same way our generation looks back on the early church's banning of the tri-tone interval for being "so dissonant it must be the devil at work." And it will be progress.

"Damn those philistines! In prep school they'd have been laughed straight out of Brahms club."

You just keep on thinking that. But when the revolution comes and the indies are pomplamoosing your trusting head onto a stake in the middle of the town square to the tune of "Keep the Car Running," don't call out for me--I'll be in my bunker with rations and my Frank Sinatra box set (the Capitol stuff--not that renegade Reprise material when he started covering those worrisome "Beatles") playing quietly but defiantly on repeat.

Fuckers.

*cocks rifle*

Sometimes you just have to let this happen in its own time.

i don't know some of those posts were so mediocre my monitor started hurting

I'm nominating him. Y'all can say yay/nay, then we can start the actual recruiting process.

There are things to consider. Like he seems vehemently anti-hipster. Does he know I kind of look like a hipster? And Mickey? And Liz? Will he be able to look past the vests and the blazers and the tight pants and see us for what we are?

And what does he think about the resident cap-and-beard populace? Does he himself have a beard? He sounds like a man with a beard. Can we deal with another beard in GD?

Read them sans punctuation and proper grammar.

"the strings in "Parting Ways" are so lame Aren't they just playing the scale sheesh" isn't any better