Flame On.

The internet is a curious place. I'm equally fascinated and repulsed by the reply comments I read at various sites, mainstream and otherwise. Depending on the temperament and medication intake of those who feel obliged to mark digital territory with their grammatically-challenged offal, such comments can either provide a chuckle or make one pray for a planetary collision with a colossal meteoric object.

[An aside: Godwin's Law states, "As a Usenet discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one." I find this to be mostly irrefutable.]

I usually enjoy the comments on Idolator. This is because the readership is, by and large, comprised of snarky musical elitists, which means I'm in good company. Sometimes I go against my better judgment and chime in myself.

The other day, Idolator scribe Dan Gibson posted an out-of-the blue diatribe against The Doors. Now, I understand that for many, appreciating the band is merely an adolescent rite of passage. Others, like myself, revere them for the giant permission slip they gave to rock 'n' roll to indulge its lusty, metaphysical urges. (But if you don't find humor in the band's stylized nihilism, you're totally missing the point.) Some, including people I respect, absolutely abhor the group. This doesn't prevent me from occasionally rushing to their defense, especially when I've passed my productivity point at work. (You know, like now.)

So if you have some time to kill, you should check out this Idolator post and its attending comments. Not only did yours truly get firsties, I also managed to land a couple of zingers. If you make it through that thread, you might wanna read today's (somewhat) pro-Doors retort from Idolator's Anthony Miccio.

Or you could just skip the whole thing, and listen to this genius song from Bruce McCulloch of Kids in the Hall fame. I'm not asking here. This is an order.

In other news, my brilliant, beautiful wife and I are taking a long weekend in San Francisco in June. Well, one day will be work-related. But after that, we're gonna visit with Arthur and enjoy us some California dreamin.' Maybe we'll even have a Democratic nominee by then. We'll definitely have a house. Did I tell you we close on May 23 — my birthday?

Comments

[Tanner]

http://theguide.latimes.com/blogs/soundboard/2008/03/24/the-re-ascent-of-bro-core

some more fuel for the fire, just remember casey, we didn't start the fire, it was always burning si- nevermind.

[Tanner]

http://theguide.latimes.com/blogs/soundboard/2008/03/24/the-re-ascent-of-bro-core

some more fuel for the fire, just remember casey, we didn't start the fire, it was always burning si- nevermind.

[Ben]

Arguing on the internet is like competing in the Special Olympics: Even if you win, you're still retarded.

[casey]

So true, Ben. And hilarious!

[casey]

Kinda glad you're not blogging anymore, Tanner — it gives you more time to comment here.

[casey]

Man, when the LA Times writer compares that Paramore song to Dillinger Escape Plan a new low in music writing is reached.

Seriously, this sounds like DEP?

[arthur]

I totally and unequivocally heart the Doors. And just reading all of that Doors hate from the music literati just strengthens my love.

Casey...I recall one day back in Aught 2 when we worked together at that little record store. It was early June and really fucking hot outside and even more hot inside coz we were in a basement. You came in for your closing manager shift with your disc-man in hand (disc-man? we were so innocent back then) and walked straight up to the stereo...pulled out the cd you were listening to and said "There's only one thing to do on a hot day like today...listen to the Doors." Then opening chords of "Peace Frog" blared through the speakers and everything was okay if only for that little while.

Thanks for the memories Jim...sniff...

[ben]

I like arguing on the internet.

[Nordstrom]

The snake is long; conservative estimates place it somewhere between 6.8 to 7.2 miles.

[casey]

God, yous guys is FUNNY!

[Jebson]

Those Idolater folks are strange...you might say that people are strange. Get it? hahahahahah.
Imagine a world without leather trousers. No Ramones, no Iggy, no Hasselhof.
I'll always defend that band. Rite of passage, indeed. Agh, these are just strange days...hahahaha...I did it again. Hilarious.