the ilm-mtv throwdown: it is so on

It's just that the hype machine worked so well that nothing they did could possibly live up to the expectations. Everyone associated in the process was looking for a brilliant follow-up along the lines of Paul's Boutique or The Bends, and what they got was a series of Second Comings: perfectly serviceable — though certainly not world-changing — albums.

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This is exactly the kind of insightful, socially responsible political commentary I'd expect from a guy who spells his first name Deryck: "Sum 41 Kill President In New Song — Deryck Whibley Says It's 'A Metaphor'."

My Chemical Romance bassist ties the knot. Millions of MCR fans "OMG!" and "WTF?" in unison: "My Chemical Romance's Mikey Way Gets Married, Takes Break From Band."

Chris Cornell covers Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" on his new solo album with predictably hilarious and horrifying results: "Chris Cornell Ready To Carry On As Solo Artist: 'I'm Best In My Own World.' "

Much has been made of Craig Finn's boozy tales of redemption and loss, his dedicated detailing of manic Saturday nights and shattered Sunday mornings. And for many, the songs on "Boys and Girls in America" were nothing more than fascinatingly morbid glimpses into the frequently dark, feverishly frightening world of alcohol and drug addiction ... sort of like a Bukowski book put to blaring bar-rock.

But for me--and others like me--those same songs were a whole lot more: cautionary tales of what our lives were becoming (or could've become), a check-list of our own decay ("You don't have a problem until you start to do it alone?" CHECK!) and an all-too-familiar documentation of time spent sweating and swaying in bathroom stalls and on dancefloors. We found ourselves identifying with the wayward kids Finn dreamed up, and that fact makes "Boys and Girls" a whole lot more than just a fist-pumper ... it made it sorta terrifying.

That being said ... Goddamn, all that decay still sounds like a lot of fun. I had more than a few evenings like the ones detailed in "Massive Nights," I KNOW a place just like the Party Pit (I think I got kicked out of there once), and though they all almost killed me (pun intended), i still miss the hell out of all those bad, bad times.

When i listen to "Boys and Girls," I still get the charge running through me ... the Saturday night shivers ... the smell of whiskey and endless sordid possibilities ... the feel of danger and the knowledge that I'm about to do something incredibly bad to my body. And that I could care less.

more PopJustice than Pitchfork, I've never felt uncomfortable posting here or sharing my two cents.

more PopJustice than Pitchfork, I've never felt uncomfortable posting here or sharing my two cents.

JT is the next generations Prince, minus all the weird stuff.

we'll make prematurely jaded, ultra-guarded, zinger-flingers out of the entire internet if it kills us

Anyway, all that vitriol made me realize that I should've shared something with all of you before I wrote the first installment of BTTS: I frequently have no idea what I'm talking about.

Great thread, would zing again a++++++++++++++

the lurker pool for ilx is huuuuuuuuuuuuge

-- strongohulkington, Wednesday, April 25, 2007 8:28 PM (5 months ago)

(really, really huge. Scary huge)

-- stet, Wednesday, April 25, 2007 8:36 PM

this makes me curious

the /b/-style territoriality here is laff riot central - "dude talks shit about us? CHECK OUT HIS HAIRCUT"

Don't start nuffin, won't be nuffin.

I think we know who won that round

the children

the consumer

metal

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i kinda miss /b/

What did ILX ever do to him??

Before this thread, I mean

attention shitty indiepop singer-songwriters: learn to play/write for one instrument before you start playing/writing for twenty

How big is ILM? Are there any stats on total lurkers at any one time?

MTV make me want to smoke crack

Meh.. just another raving /b/tard.

MTV ILM make me want to smoke crack

MTV ILM make me want to smoke crack

me want to smoke crack

Someone get a grammar dictionary over here. I swear to god could you be any more f*cking retarted than this?

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this f*cking guy

we dont need no F*cking badgers - weird al

http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/emay_mothersday_poetry/8962-008-07-1042.gif

^ up-the-arse corner

BIGGER THAN THE SOUND lolz.

just to be thorough, he also inspired this current favorite- MTV writer: Soulja Boy is a performance artist and none of us are in on the joke (seriously)

oh james montgomery, you bring out the best around here. ilm muse of the decade???

also wanted to say i've got nothing but love for mtv in 2008. i'd just rather this dude focus his abilities on, i duno, a pilot for "soulja boy's next bff" than music journalism. you have nothing interesting to say, just entertain me plz

supposedly that guy was going to or actually did wear a "corporate rock still sells" shirt on MTV at some point recently, so i have nothing bad to say about him now.

it's been said before, but:

the feel of danger and the knowledge that I'm about to do something incredibly bad to my body

james montgomery does have hilarious hair, though

I worked with him for two years. He's a great guy.

me want to smoke crack

Someone get a grammar dictionary over here. I swear to god could you be any more f*cking retarted than this?

― trashthumb, Sunday, October 21, 2007 11:24 PM (1 year ago)

lol hoos sonned

yeah, but hilarious hair

I'm on a roll w/ not biting jokes right now but damn that was pretty obviously for lolz, trashy. (I saw this like he's actually gonna come back)

SAY*

jeez

cool thread

lol at someone calling me 'retarded' b/c of a typo

Typos are kinda retarded IOM.

lol at someone calling me 'retarded' 'retarted' b/c of a typo

oh wow

sweet

me want to smoke crack