The Teenagers Who Love You Will Wake Up, Yawn and Kill You

The Beatles – “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da”
By Danny Djeljosevic
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“I fucking hate this song,” I remarked to Raf Gaitan over Mediterranean food. The food is an important detail as I happen to be a fiend for falafel and hummus and I don’t want The Beatles’ worst song as a soundtrack for my [...]

Nobody Wants to Hear You Sing About Tragedy

I think we all might be pretentious assholes. My roommates and I don’t necessarily hate Fall Out Boy, but we wouldn’t call ourselves fans either. It’s not that we dislike the music, it’s just that we dislike the people that make up Fall Out Boy. We had a listening party for the new album Folie [...]

Happiness in Solo Albums by People Who Look Like You

Graham Coxon is the British Matt Sharp. Unless you’re me, that sentence is probably gibberish. Allow me to clarify. Ever since bassist Matt Sharp left the Weezer, the band was never quite the same and has since had to struggle in order to define itself as a band. Sharp’s old side project/new band, The Rentals, [...]

A Day I Forgot

Old songs are emotional landmines. Give something you haven’t listened to in a long time another try and see what old, forgotten wounds get reopened.
It was during a five-hour drive from the stifling drudgery of Ft. Lauderdale to a bitter winter in Gainesville when Pete Yorn’s musicforthemorningafter began to play on my iPod. I had [...]

Nothing That a Hundred Men or More Could Ever Do

Obsession is bad, and here’s why: I must have watched the video for Toto’s “Africa” at least 10 times in a 24-hour period. In a 10-minute-span, watched it twice. As I write this, it’s playing now. Repeatedly.
What’s wrong with me? Better yet, what’s wrong with Toto?
Let me start with some fun facts:

Toto [...]

Now I’m Falling in Love Too Fast . . . with You or the Songs You Chose

The following is by my friend Danny Djeljosevic.
Mixtapes are the postmodern love letters of the inarticulate.
They’re perfect for indie culture as I understand it: kids who are too shy to express how they feel, so they put just the right songs on an iTunes playlist, click on “Burn CD,” and hope for the best. I’m guilty [...]

My Mind Plays an April Fools’ Joke on Itself

The following is by my friend Danny Djeljosevic.
Since I’ve decided to tackle a record by a band that everybody loves to hate (or vice versa?) for a hip music blog, I feel the need to justify my writing about Panic at the Disco. I wonder how many people got mad that they removed the exclamation point.
Anyway, [...]