DrAwkward wrote:

Minotaur029 wrote:I wasn't going to comment on this thread anymore, but while SY has made some really ugly choices over the years, are they actually destructive in some way? I don't think you're implying that they are indeed somehow destructive (I assume you were strictly talking about some figurative forest), but over the years, the "ugly" choices of some of your friends have really upset you...I can sympathize...certain choices that people make that I would consider to be unethical (musical and otherwise) definitely offend me and I occasionally take it kinda hard. Can an artistically valid band like Sonic Youth's alignment with a major label be harmful or destructive in some way for other people/other bands...or only to themselves? (of course, in this rare case, a major certainly seemed to work for them).

This is an incredibly huge stretch, but one i must confess has crossed my mind before:

1) Sonic Youth sign to Geffen. Geffen gives them pretty much complete artistic control in exchange for having Sonic Youth as a "cred booster" on their label, making them attractive to indie bands they are interested in co-opting.

2) Nirvana, when deciding to go major, sign with Geffen because their pals SY are on the label and recommended them as a decent label to do business with.

3) Nirvana explodes, Kurt Cobain is unable to deal with the fame, becomes depressed and kills himself.

So, ya know, if you were a batshit nutty Nirvana fan who doesn't understand the concept of personal responsibility for your own actions, you could make the tenuous argument that Sonic Youth enabled Kurt Cobain's suicide. I AM NOT SAYING I WOULD MAKE THAT ARGUMENT THOUGH, just to be clear.

Marsupialized wrote:to lighten the mood a bit let me tell a starbucks related story I have...
I know this girl, very attractive, french, ample bosom...she's on the internet constantly, all about the computers and the myspace and whatnot. One day we are sitting around at my old place and she's looking at craigslist, she decides to place a very lascivious personal ad and see how many guys reply. We snap a quick picture of her cleavage, stick it on the end there and send it.
Long story short she has 100's of replies in no time.
We go through a big chuck of them and she asks each guy to meet her at 7 o'clock at the Starbucks on Clark and Belmont...oh, and wear a red shirt so I know who you are. Then we start staggering them, 10 more at 7:10, 10 more at 7:15 and so on.
We go and sit across the street by punkin donuts and sit and wait.
You've never seen anything like this, I promise. There had to be 75 dudes milling about inside and on that corner in red shirts just pacing around like idiots. It didn't stop for hours, she had some of their cell numbers and she'd start calling them and saying 'I'm running late I'll be there in 5 minutes'
one dude was like 'hey, I was the only guy who is spossed to meet you here right?' 'oh yeah of course' 'well there's a whole lot of guys here in red shirts, freaked me out for a second but ok I'll see you in 5'

that was a fine way to spend a summer evening, lemmie tell ya.

madlee wrote:

wait a minute...

madlee wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:

wait a minute...

Big John wrote: If I am out later and she is sitting on my stairs again I will ask her.

NerblyBear wrote:

Big John wrote: If I am out later and she is sitting on my stairs again I will ask her.

Yeah, that's her. Ask her. This mystery needs to be cleared up.

I still maintain that it's a hoax, and a damned funny one at that.

Marsupialized wrote:to lighten the mood a bit let me tell a starbucks related story I have...
I know this girl, very attractive, french, ample bosom...she's on the internet constantly, all about the computers and the myspace and whatnot. One day we are sitting around at my old place and she's looking at craigslist, she decides to place a very lascivious personal ad and see how many guys reply. We snap a quick picture of her cleavage, stick it on the end there and send it.
Long story short she has 100's of replies in no time.
We go through a big chuck of them and she asks each guy to meet her at 7 o'clock at the Starbucks on Clark and Belmont...oh, and wear a red shirt so I know who you are. Then we start staggering them, 10 more at 7:10, 10 more at 7:15 and so on.
We go and sit across the street by punkin donuts and sit and wait.
You've never seen anything like this, I promise. There had to be 75 dudes milling about inside and on that corner in red shirts just pacing around like idiots. It didn't stop for hours, she had some of their cell numbers and she'd start calling them and saying 'I'm running late I'll be there in 5 minutes'
one dude was like 'hey, I was the only guy who is spossed to meet you here right?' 'oh yeah of course' 'well there's a whole lot of guys here in red shirts, freaked me out for a second but ok I'll see you in 5'

that was a fine way to spend a summer evening, lemmie tell ya.