Why am I endorsing (by way of linking to and saying "check it out") a "conservative punk" site and not a left-wing punk site like Punkvoter.com?
Because Punkvoter.com is more-or-less the punk rock status quo, and of that status quo, we really don't need any mo'. I'll continue to root for the guy whose values are closer to being in line with my own. ConservativePunk.com is brand new; We'll see what we'll see. I wish them best of luck.
So when's ObjectivistPunk.com gonna happen? When I stop trying to rhyme words like "quo" and "more," that's when.
Gravity always lets you down, and is therefore very reliable.
C'mon. That's brilliant.
Coming up next: I think I've invented a limitless source of energy. It involves a spring, and something for the spring to push against.
On a completely unrelated note, do springs ever run out of juice? I forget. If they do, then my invention is very poor and will get me laughed out of the Inventors Symposium in Brussels next month.
(Don't worry, I don't know why I bothered to type all this either. Slow day, I guess.)
Continuing the tradition of reviewing records using comparisons to alcoholic beverages: the new Mr. T Experience album, Yesterday Rules, is like drinking home-made martinis out of a Gatorade bottle behind a video store somewhere while you're supposed to be in fifth period taking a test that you didn't study for but probably would've aced anyway because you're just naturally bright.
If that made no sense to you, try this:
Yesterday Rules is a masterful mixture of grown-uppy wisdom and teenage youthfulness set to music (or perhaps it's the other way around), starting off punchy and energetic (and compared to the rest of the record, a little more familiar, at least to this MTX fan), then dancing between styles and emotions with as much carefree aplomb as your half-soused uncle getting loose as a goose at your older cousin's wedding. The thing to keep in mind here is that your uncle doesn't look silly in the slightest; In fact, he looks like he's having so much fun that everyone in the room gets up and starts shaking their shit right along with him. He looks like he knows what he's doing-- because he damn well does.
With this record, you get your pop-punk singalongs, your moody atmospheric introspections, your bouncy acoustics, and your layered alterna-pop-rock anthems, all in one nifty-ass package. It's hard to pull off such eclecticism so coherently across the space of an album, but quite frankly (HAR! HAR!), I've come to expect nothing less from the MTX. The bar is once again set higher.
I'm gonna stop now, before I start sounding too much like Maureen Dowd.
