The life and times of Copywriter, Steve Taylor.
Want to waste an entire work day controlling the pectorals of Terry Crews? Now you can, thanks to Old Spice!
I started a petition against Stubhub for their inability to be responsible about the service they provide. I am determined to get them to change, so please sign my petition and spread the word like wildfire.
After seeing that someone purchased 58 tickets to the Thrice show on May 24 to sell them on Stubhub at three times the face value, I’ve started a crusade against the website. So far, they claim absolutely no responsibility for any of it. The only reason someone would buy 58 tickets to a show is to pad their pockets and make a quick profit.
If Stubhub didn’t exist, this wouldn’t be happening because scalpers wouldn’t have an outlet to sell them. I’m sick of being locked out of shows by these inconsiderate individuals. I’m sick of going to sold out concerts, only to see rows of empty seats because no one wanted to pay upwards of 100% inflation on a ticket. It’s ridiculous and it needs to stop. I’m asking everyone to join me, by expressing your distaste of these practices. It hurts the artists who lose money when less people show up. It hurts us, as fans, because we can’t beat these greedy people to the punch when tickets go on sale.
I mean, someone purchased tickets to a Glassjaw show in June and raised the original ticket price from $32 to $215. Yet, Stubhub maintains that on THEIR site, they can’t control how people use THEIR service under THEIR guidelines, because it’s a “self-service site”. They need to regulate how much people can ask over the face value and limit how many tickets one account can sell per show. I asked them to do this, but they refuse claiming that people “love their service”. Please help me in this, so we can get back to seeing the events we love without emptying our pockets for these petty thieves.
This was Stubhub’s reply to my case: ”StubHub cannot be held responsible for other users’ content, actions, or inactions, including without limitation the listing and/or selling of tickets in violation of local, state, national or international laws.” So basically, they could absolutely careless about anything other than taking their cut from a sale. I beg of everyone please repost this, tweet about it, do whatever you can to help me gain support for this. It’s ridiculous.
Every Time I Die’s new album Ex Lives is coming March 6th! Here’s the first track “Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space”.
These are in no particular order, so don’t judge me ya critics. Sheesh!
1. Glassjaw, Coloring Book
2. Mastodon, The Hunter
3. The Black Keys, El Camino
4. Childish Gambino, Camp
5. Thrice, Major/Minor
6. ††† (Crosses), EP †
7. Florence + The Machine, Ceremonials
8. Fair to Midland, Anchors & Arrows
9. Portugal. The Man, In the Mountain, In The Cloud
10. Innerpartysystem, Never Be Content
11. The Lonely Island, Turtleneck & Chain
12. Iron & Wine, Kiss Each Other Clean
13. Hail Mary Mallon, Are You Gonna Eat That?
14. Mutemath, Old Soul
15. East of the Wall, The Apologist
16. Mariachi El Bronx, Mariachi El Bronx (II)
17. Common, The Dreamer The Believer
18. TV on the Radio, Nine Types of Light
19. Adele, 21
20. Beastie Boys, Hot Sauce Committee Part 2
21. The Roots, Undun
22. Foster the People, Torches
23. Fleet Foxes, Helplessness Blues
24. Chimaira, The Age of Hell
25. Kasabian, Velociraptor!
The anatomy of a music festival line-up. I know this might be old, but I just found it. It’s pretty spot on. lollapalooza, anyone?
This are some of the most beautiful lyrics, I’ve ever read. This is Treading Paper from Thrice’s new album Major/Minor.
All my life, I’ve been treading paper in the space between the words. And there implied is that I’m but another body for the birds, carrion, absurd and accidental atoms.
Beating air, carrying on; unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair. But linger on, just for a moment, until we can ascertain if something’s wrong with me. Or the assumptions of these self-indicted brains.
Because I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade, that each and every moment is a bottle with a message hid away.
If anything means anything,there must be something meant for us to be, a song that we were made to sing. There must be so much more than we can see.
But all our lives, we’ve been treading paper in the space between the words. And there implied the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the birds, carrion.
They say that we’re just accidental atoms beating air, carrying on and on; unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair. But our hearts tell a different story; our hands feel a different pulse.
Something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive; numinous, higher than - our hearts can rise, transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach; immanent, closer than the air we breathe.
Crazy! If you haven’t seen this video yet, it’s Rage Against the Machine’s first live show from 1991. I wonder if anyone realized how special this was when they were watching it.
Black Tongue off Mastodon’s forthcoming new album The Hunter. It’s epic, but can we really expect anything less?