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I listen to whatever strikes a chord with me—it really doesn't matter if it’s some folks from Kentucky injecting massive three-minute guitar solos into their country tunes, or some sweeping British pop band featuring violins and endless, ethereal wailing... I was practically forced into punk because I had an older brother who constantly shopped various kinds of junk my way, though all that really stuck was the Ramones and The Clash. To be perfectly honest, I don't think I've ever even heard of the Buzzcocks in my entire life. I also have a deep affection for Neil Young and Bob Dylan, and when it comes to the more modern folk, Americana, or whatever genre you'd care to label it, I'm quite fond of M. Ward, Will Oldham, and Wilco. My absolute favorites, though, would have to be Silver Jews. I enjoy Dinosaur Jr., Sonic Youth, and Pavement, as well as R.E.M. up through Out of Time. I like Hüsker Dü too, though nothing out of the ordinary... I certainly don't care for Black Flag or Fugazi at all. I love catching a decent punk show over at KEXP and dancing along with the crowd, provided things don't turn into total chaos there. 😁 I actually adore even the most eccentric moments from Talking Heads; everything Byrne puts out feels like the Bible to me, even if it happens to be the absolute worst kind of conceptual nonsense. Well, alright, perhaps I am exaggerating slightly... Frank Black is essentially God to me. I am twenty-three years old, unemployed, and uneducated, but I do have a new haircut, and I am currently searching for a wonderful woman who looks like Cat Power so we can just roll around in the grass together.
And I love Iron Maiden as much as I love my own mother.
And I love Iron Maiden as much as I love my own mother.