can someone give me rational reason why every righteous post-Gravity hardcore boy hates the Blood Brothers? Is it because Jordan and Johnny don't play instruments (take their shirts off, are generally conventially attractive), because Ross Robinson produced them, because they have snaky, lame swing parts in the middle of their trash onslaught (which is why they are like so much better than most fake hardcore bands anyway, com'on VSS) or for some subtle, discerning man's thing that I can't possibly get bc I don't wear undersized black t-shirts every day?

I see Mr. Caramanica has left no stone unturned, now seeing pink in the NY Times style section.

CMJ = one day, mad dash back to Ohio for some family stuff. Saw Windsor for the Derby at the fishy Coral Room (bad sound, bad idea for a venue for 'thinking people's indie rock' of Secretly Canadian), Richard Buckner at the Merc, which was fabulous if a bit stilted (that's the way, no?), and USE at Piano's, where they of course rose above the shit system and rocked the house, with SO MANY seattle people in the audience, pumping fists, girlfriends and boyfriends holding hands and jumping up and down together - ecstatic! I love them, not in the least bc of lust for life frontman Noah.

And that is all - came back from the airport only to drive my car into a huge chunk of glass. Some kids standing nearby asked 'got a flat lady, so sorry' and when i pulled the chunk of glass out, i noticed it was standing straight up, the bottom covered in tar. Coincidence? A curse, perhaps.