dustin / dustout : dear pitchfork.

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texan. male.lover of art and sound.lover of beauty and word. believer in all or none. open to having a good time, all the time.
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November 21, 2008

dear pitchfork.

fuck you. fuck YOU. FUCK you. FUCK YOU.

for years now, ive had a real love hate relationship with you. the gods of love were there for anytime you mentioned something about ryan adams, telling me of an upcoming tour right before i got an email notice… or for anytime when the yeah yeah yeahs were making noise or for when tv on the radio’s cookie mountain AND more recently dear science had just promo shots for the albums. i felt like you let me in behind the curtain, just before the curtain was opened for the world to take notice. a kinda momentary glimpse at elite-ism.

but the hate wins. again and again. and i have removed you from the bookmarks on my trusty supa-phone and my computer system that holds the wealth of the greatest itunes collection ever assembled, and before i close the door on you forever i want you to see me shooting the finger at you. and know this, you miserable fucking hipster fucking jerkoffs. RADIOHEAD FUCKING SUCKS! LES SAVY FAV SUCKS. THE NATIONAL IS MY BALLS. YOU TRUMPETING THE SELLOUT OF LIL WAYNE SUCKS.your press coverages of coachella and voodoo and acl are meaningless afterthoughts to the free wristbands and behind the walls parties you get to attend. your scope on the world is askew because you got your head so far up the ass of your own hype that im sure any of this garage band garbage that slides by smells like fucking roses.

so you keep your favorite lists shot full of fucking mediocrity with a deerhoof soundtrack, and ill take all the bands that actually know how to play their instruments and have thoughts outside of sub hot topic gear and keg stands and techno. the indie scene fucking sucks man. it IS NOT any sort of fucking underground. it is, however, but glorified obscurity in the face of being cool. your favorite band couldnt even begin to understand music like my favorite band.

radiohead, though im sure, extremely nice and bright lads, havent made a decent album in over 10 years. kid a was the downfall. amnesiac, fucking music for chinese water torture. hail to the thief… an experimentation in just how ridiculous it all could be and still get by. kinda like u2’s pop without the sense of humor. and this last bit of fucking drivel, in rainbows is unlistenable. its not fun. its not funny… they literally laughed themselves to the bank on the idea that idiots like you and your ilk talk about radiohead being true artists… that if youre not into them, you just dont get it… MOTHERFUCKER, i get it! i get that they havent written a good song since ok computer, let down. i get that they gimmicked it up with the beautiful crush of creep to then feed the sheep, the acoustic touches of the bends, and once the sheep were nice and fat, sang them a lullaby with ok computer. and then once asleep, they went looney and became a fucking caricature… became a dream that doesnt make sense.

i believe truly, that even the artists ive named, are not bad people… theyre not awful artists. theyre doing what they love… and the promotion of that is beautiful. i have no problem with that… but to celebrate the by and large, mediocre talent as high art, when there are insanely intricate guitar bands with words that can crush your skull in, that are then met with some sort of indie snide… then your fucking priorites, to quote mitch hedberg, “are crooked.”

and lastly, this is where this comes from… every single fucking time the smashing pumpkins or billy corgan has done anything, you have your fucking two cents. you do realize you miserable cunts that corgan can unleash hell in a single chord. yet can break your fucking heart with one single word. it is this sort of rock that is not your sort of rock… it is this sort of vision, that you could never understand. it is based in the history of music, not grown up on the first bjork album, not raised on a steady diet of chemical brothers and blur… this is beyond 120 minutes and alternative nation… kennedy and jim shearer and lewis largent… this things roots go deeper… and the neagtive energy that a group of fucking music snobs with no fucking right being music snobs is saddening… its the pitchfork community that is ruining festivals and concerts alike with their negative fucking energy. all i ask is that if you dont like a band…if you dont like my band(s)… if you dont like yourself or your mothers… if you dont like the pumpkins because they brought amazing sounds out of the city that you share and you felt the need to rebel against that … keep them out of your fucking mouths, and out from under your fingertips… because basing your cred on the stalwart backs of what youve deemed cool, does not a strong foundation make.