Yeah, this truly is a sort of Golden Age for the EA forums!

tommydski wrote:

Jeremy wrote:

Boombats wrote:

Every time I see this picture i wonder if he actually plays piano or if he's listening to the tone of it for some technical/micing application.

You know that organ punch at the peak of 'Like a Rolling Stone'?

All Steve.

This photograph is actually of Steve recording the Goldberg Variations for Deutsche Grammophon.

They're doing one now, and then they'll record another one in 30yrs or so, to see how his interpretation has changed.

My bet is that the future ones will be a lot slower.

scott wrote:Oh, and um... do a Google search for "Fred Mangan".

I just checked it, and this thread showed up on the first page.

Make of that what you will.

You know the old quote, in show business, no publicity is bad publicity.

Clayton Counts is who he is. He’s been mentioned all over the place, appeared in far too many nightclubs, fine art galleries, lofts, banquet halls, coffeehouses, phone booths, motor vehicles, bathtubs, and on numerous radio stations, insulted rock stars, illustrated an unwholesome coloring book, interviewed eccentric scientists, lectured extensively on a variety of topics, and was the subject of a televised French documentary that aired throughout Europe.

This gives me occasion to vent...
I am so fucking tired of people who use the internet as a tool for self-aggrandization. I mean, how self-absorbed/important does one have to be to put such twaddle on the homepage of their site? (And we all know Clayton is far from being the lone offender, but a d-bag par excellence nonethelesss). I suppose anyone who believes an abundance of media exposure (how many mags, twat?) denotes some sort of quality of/or achievement is prone to delusions of this sort. Had no internet been invented, you would be walking around in a t-shirt which lists your 'achievements'? Would you hand out business cards which list your 'bohemian creds'. Would you post flyers in your neighborhood that included your picture detailing how 'exposed' you are in magazines? (Prob. you would/have).
So why do it on the interent? Its public space just the same and you have soiled it with your over-inflated ego.
Using phrases like 'mentioned too many places' as a validation and/or a signifier of 'quality' of either yourself or your art is completely flawed and pathetic. In other words, quanity of exposure does not equal quality of work. But judging by what your creative output seems to be, its no surprise you resorted to this tatic.
Get over yourself.

Oh, gosh. You really summed it up, didn't you?

I've heard better from a six year year old. Very recently. Sad fact is, blunderbuss, you just don't know me, and my own reputation is also, shall we say, "rock solid." Your "words" are meager, oh, I dunno, "trinkets" to me. Digestible ones. Also pusillanimous ones. Who's the coward here, anywho? Step, and I'll smack your ass to the floor. And you will shrink like the desert flower.

You really think you got me best of all, right? Of all the hundreds or thousands of people who've "gotten" me over the last couple of decades? I'll bet you even "think" you "know" me. Some people really are infinitely stupid. Buddy - as I see it, I'm happier than you, all the time, most apparently.

I don't have to "weigh in" on every little thing online all day. I get shit done, I'm incredibly bright, and I'm not a snob. Also, I enjoy eating. But it ain't my job to prove anything to you. Who do you think you are, anyway? Albini? Since you mentioned twats. Er, I'm sorry, credit-stealing hacks. I'm free and clean. And I also love t-shirts. Leave them out of this.

So, here's the deal: all you guys with your thousands of posts can have a real blast. I'm blasting off to get more work done after I finish chewing you out. I hardly spend anytime online at all. Yours is not the first hornet's nest I've stirred, and possibly not the last. No promises. Who knows? Live abortions might come into play at some point, I haven't decided to do that before I tackle Top Secret Covert Project C. I am so deliriously happy, all the time, it disturbs me.

I hang out outside in the sunshine, eating well, petting the kitty. Making plans. Your grandkids will worship me. Man, do I love eating, and watching movies with my friends, and of course I do have too many. I could keep on being this happy for the rest of my life. I am impenetrable, and a rock upon which you shall build a new exoskeletal foundation. I am the Alpha and Omega.

It was I who taught you how to talk, and I who shall rend your thoughts. I imploded the Heavens. You only waste your own time, Mr. 8 Billion Posts. I am living a life you can't begin to understand. But it is a life that the world shall remember. Infamy and a hatred for all that is real. Or at least on Saturdays.

You hear me? Beat it, kid. You don't know what you're up against. I just break hearts, can't mend 'em.

I can not live for you.

Claytron wrote:I can not snort cocaine for you.

FYP.

Happy Eid!

This dude is weird. He makes Fred Mangan seem quite normal.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_salad

Trust me on this one.