The INLE mothership was turned upside down last week. We found ourselves firmly in the crosshairs of a ruthless, vicious and potentially dangerous prank perpetrated by some very powerful people in the music industry.
Most of that is patently untrue . . . actually everything except the word “prank” is completely false.
What we actually encountered was a well-crafted and better executed commentariat prank by some loyal readers and friends of the mothership. We’re only mentioning it here 1 – to give those pranksters some love because we laughed for hours and hours and 2 – to put our readers at ease if you were concerned about your INLE comrades.
No one’s going on any meth binges while listening to STP . . . that we know about. No one’s driving any distance to fight anyone. And believe us . . . no one’s taking anything or anyone to the next level. Good job, gentlemen. We’re dedicating this, on your behalf, to ourselves.
Here’s a few other observations from Cazador’s weekend:
Christina Aguilera‘s newest video made us uncomfortable as shit blush.
I was at a party this weekend and Sister Hazel came on the iPod. It was what it was.
I’ve never been anywhere that needed background music as much as the Off Track Betting place. Lord. Don’t you want to have a song in your head when you win . . . or lose everything? The silence was painful.
The new iPod with it’s scrolling / floating album art home page is extremely dangerous for unintentionally exposing comical music purchases or severe “we don’t typically admit to these” guilty pleasures. Dang.
We do everything we can to stay positive. Being negative about music is too easy. We would prefer just to ignore what we view negatively and expend our energy loving something. In order to appreciate what’s great, you have to put yourself directly in front of some “awful” from time to time. With all that said, Miley Cyrus really does suck.
couscous was listening to Florence + The Machine Saturday morning. We were informed (we’re friends on the Korean version of Friendster) and very appreciative because we cranked up Lungs and almost singlehandedly our day improved 137%. Thanks, couscous. You inspired a Monday morning sonic provision. Raise it up, bud.