"Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. If she doesn’t get your willy moving, you’re gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that!)… Come on Grace Potter, write one irresistible song! We don’t want to sleep with airheads, not more than once!"

— Another one from the music industry’s “number one pundit.”  (via gazingmales)



I wanted to love her. Up close and personal her complexion was less than perfect…


— Bob Lefsetz on Coachella. Hard-hitting observations there!  (via gazingmales)

Our hero went to Coachella

Guess what he thought of Bon Iver?



I received 2,000 e-mails. 600 believed it.

Did you bother to check the date?


— What a MAVERICK! 


Do you know what Tumblr is? Let’s just say it’s like the web pages of old, the personal blogs that the prognosticators said we were all going to have.

Twitter is limited to 140 characters, it’s an information service. Tumblr is your home, where you evidence your identity.

And when you’re a prepubescent girl not only is who you are important, you’ve got crushes. But now you can evidence them not only on your bedroom wall, but online. You can see what your friends are into, you can gauge buzz, you can cause a conflagration.


— Our hero (April Fool, right?) has some thoughts on this here place. “Prepubescent girls” ahoy. 

Tags: tumblr meta?


… So I’m leaving you behind.

Music’s done anyway.

You ruined it. You stole those MP3s and now music executives are homeless and even Bruce Springsteen has to go to SXSW to shill his new album. There’s no money left. Jay-Z and Dre make more money off of non-music ventures and all you’ve got left in music is wannabes. Blecch.

If you’re smart, you’ll follow me. Thinking you can make a living in music is like believing you can win the lottery. And you think it takes just as much skill. Nada. I went to college, I went to law school, I’m done with you, I’m going behind the gate and throwing away the key, only flying private from now on.

Look, I get it. You can’t have people like Lefsetz writing whatever he wants, pissing off teenagers like Taylor Swift. If you let him loose he’ll ruin radio, television, newspapers…who knows what’s next. He’s got way too much power. Otherwise why would you bother to read the words of this idiot who never signed a hit act and never ran a major record label. That would be like saying Bob Costas is qualified to call baseball or host the Olympics, even though he never even batted in the MLB, never mind hit 300, and he’s too wimpy to even throw the hammer.

People like Lefsetz need to be shut up. I mean who does he think he is? There’s nobody he hasn’t written negative stuff about. He’s just a crybaby loser who is desperate to be close to fame. He’s been doing it for twenty five years already. He’s put in 10,000 hours and he’s not as talented as, never mind famous as, Paula Abdul.

Good riddance.

I hear you. I’m done.


"I Quit," 1 April 12.

April Fool’s joke or actual flounce? I say the former because of the Paula Abdul reference. Also the email starts with him wahhmbulance-chasing about Taylor Swift’s “Mean.” 

"You’ve been sold a bill of goods. Excited by the Net, you bought the words of charlatans, who had no familiarity with art, who thought that the proletariat was now going to triumph."

The Lefsetz Letter, 08 November 2011.

And no, he’s not apologizing for being one of them.

Tags: know thyself

"Tyler The Creator. 65,467 copies sold after 3 weeks, #63 on the chart. If print hype meant anything, this album would be #1. But “The New York Times” doesn’t sell records, nor does any other newspaper. You reach people online. Through their friends."

— Yeah, someone tell those Odd Future guys to get on the Internet!