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Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I Dislike Most Non-Top-40 Rock Nowadays ... that is, Except One Old DC Band
My go-to station now is Hot 99.5 FM (DC). That's just the state of my music today. And I have 'No Apologies' (as Curt Kobain said).
Hey, if whiny-vegan-richboy-rock were actually good as it stands today, I'd like it. But it isn't, mostly, so I don't. Hence, 99.5 FM is on the quick-button in my Toyota Echo.
I'd rather listen to Ke$ha. Or Mike Posner. Or Katie Perry (at least for that Sesame Street cleavage) or Lady GaGa. Or whatever's fun, not boring. At least it doesn't hurt and try-so-hard for nostalgia and it has a steady beat that's danceable.
But there is one indie rock band that still holds it for me, I admit. And it just can't get old, and none of that Top 40 crap can hold a candle to it.
And that band is Fugazi -- from DC, Arlington, Virginia. You may think this is pretentious ... until you listen to a song:
Man, listen to them bend those Gibson SGs, damn. And now I feel sad and miss the 1990s.
Hey, if whiny-vegan-richboy-rock were actually good as it stands today, I'd like it. But it isn't, mostly, so I don't. Hence, 99.5 FM is on the quick-button in my Toyota Echo.
I'd rather listen to Ke$ha. Or Mike Posner. Or Katie Perry (at least for that Sesame Street cleavage) or Lady GaGa. Or whatever's fun, not boring. At least it doesn't hurt and try-so-hard for nostalgia and it has a steady beat that's danceable.
But there is one indie rock band that still holds it for me, I admit. And it just can't get old, and none of that Top 40 crap can hold a candle to it.
And that band is Fugazi -- from DC, Arlington, Virginia. You may think this is pretentious ... until you listen to a song:
Man, listen to them bend those Gibson SGs, damn. And now I feel sad and miss the 1990s.
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