"i thought it was the beginning of something but it was the end." - Bill Eccleshred
one can imagine a time-vaulted hunter z. thompson (b. 1997) writing on the high water mark, the beautiful wave of ce-2 soaked indie rock music with accessible goodwill fashions (please, no PartyPoker apparel) conquering a paradise beyond the miasma, a return to nirvana, and sebadoh, and maybe the unknown has something for little old me with a few 9th fret triads and a dream. but it broke. and underneath all of the dab carts & cd-rs & tumblr dms is mac demarco 2. i was just a kid back then.
mac-dre demarco is a canadian nardwuar enthusiast, former garage rocker and 'psychadelic drug' (cigarette) smoker from seattle,washington. after getting his start with hot kisses with bad boys, desantis released "rock and roll night club" in march 2012, with 2 following shortly after. mark, a famous depop user and "vintage" head, used gear such as two tape machines and a tenga pleasure egg in the recording of this album. this technique, called 'lofi' music, stems back to the incoherece of bands like guided by voices and david sedaris.
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The summer of '13: Tumblr posts, Bart Simpson crop top, Red Arrow Diner, The Shop, suppy, Marlboro Reds, Dookie and Astro Lounge, Grand Theft Auto IV mods, slam dance to pop music, tendermosh until the sun comes up, getting back home at 2 and begging your friends to come along before homeroom. Sure, I'll buy your tape. I can't wait to get out of this town. We're all in this together - it's got to mean something, it needs to mean something, surely it must mean something. Did it mean anything?
demarcus, after the release of this album, would catapult into worldwide catured tracks fame, appearing on alternative programs such as the eric andre show and fleabag. he retired at 36 for a quiet life in Pasadena, where he regularly contributes to his nextdoor account.
"Its better to burn out or fade away" - man who has done neither ebeneezer scrooge
i went along with it all because well, i felt like i had to. i desperately wanted a great new something, and if this was just a revival of what felt like well kept secrets (hosono? crazy. ariel pink>? woah.), then at least it was something. i'm from new england, what am i supposed to know about garage rock. what do i care about your fast food tape label (good luck with that one now). we have a guy, and he smokes cigarettes, and makes funny internet jokes. it all ended with salad days. but 2, man, hes being crazy with meredith graves on mtv vibes. remember that? remember legacy media? fifteen years ago, i could have gotten a job writing the pop ups during VH1 Pop Up Video with dope facts (Michael Jackson would get his start in family band The Jacksons 5). but no. well, at least its better than the shit now. maybe folk punk was always bad, and maybe all the surf punk did sound the same. but it was just like height-ashbury man. was it about the music? i think it was about the music.
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It was my first time doing anything like that. I'm glad you came. I wish I was better at bass. Sometimes I don't know, so I talk, and you laugh, and then you say much more profound things, and I think about the fact that we all ended up back here last year, and that we all run away or become townies, but either way we end up adults. There's nothing really remarkable about this place at all, or any of them. I think what was remarkable was everyone had this thing, for a while. I think all this next to you, and then I don't. Fog builds up on your backseat car windows.
in eighty years, with rock music clutching on for dear life and slowly, pathetically dying in tandem with the united states, as your neurons start to die (maybe that cbd stuff they sell at the mall could help), when they hook me up with some bluetooth headphones (we never really invented anything better) at the death shack, ill still think that sherill is the weakest track.
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I still want something around. Anything, really. I know it feels like it's worse, that we've seen it all, and I know when I'm with you, it doesn't solve anything. I'm still here, parking lot spirit circle. Maybe I still know the score - Capo 5 freaks that take it all too seriously, ten blokes in graphic black long-sleeves dishing gossip and double 'PAs and surely you're the weird one. Fear not brothers & sisters - we shall prevail. Live on.
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