I listened to The Tea Party1 a fair bit around the turn of the century. I still have a certain amount of memory-linked affection for the music, but I basically don’t listen to it anymore and my thoughts about it are generally along the lines of “oh, past self, you were wrong about things sometimes”.
So today when I saw Chris Ott describe them as “Ontario’s most successful ethno-Zeppelin Goth act”, and their early albums as “a bloated but occasionally curious carousel of rock melodrama, a watered-down God Machine with fatuous stadium hooks to rival Collective Soul”…
…I enjoyed it quite a lot.
The band, not the far-right political activists who didn’t exist yet. ↩
Arlen: I love the way they expect the fake one to be more aware.
Arlen: But if the real Jaron lanier WERE to have an account, what would he twett
insomnius: “this is stupid”
insomnius: “all of you are stupid for even using this thing”
Arlen: Omg, missed this: https://twitter.com/annasternoff/status/331442202934910976
insomnius: “I hate dril”
To the credit of the twitter user pictured above, at least they aren’t assuming that @FakeJaronLanier is the real Jaron Lanier being coy. A great many of them do. Why? We just don’t know.
Not that I have The Religion, but … god help me.
— Susan Sontag, On Photography.
Just read a sentence starting with “Alongside the predicable cult [desert island] books (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, The Dice Man, A Confederacy of Dunces)…” and had an internal HA, because all three were strongly recommended to me by people who really wanted me to like them (the books, although really it extended to themselves as well).
I did not like any of the books.
It’s fair to say that all three people disappointed me as well.
— Vivian Gornick, “The art of personal narrative”