"Third Eye Blind wasn't one of those crappy, non-cute rap-rock bands that proliferated in the nineties, wearing polyester shorts and chin beards. In hits like 'Never Let You Go' and 'Semi-Charmed Life' (remember how great that song was in Dirty Work?) they rapped and they rocked, mixing guitars and hip-hop. What singer Stephan Jenkins did is hard to describe – 'extremely fastly spoken lyrics' someone wrote on Wikipedia, which sums up how totally unique it is." Rob Tannenbaum's "defense" of Third Eye Blind is super on its own, but is made even better by the quality of the comments which follow it.
THE_DEER_GOD's passionate monologue may have brought a single glistening tear to my cheek.
That comment is the cream in the ice cream that was this article.
Cripes, I know it's Friday and you're all tuckered out after a long week of sweating and being discriminated against for the color or your skin but could you have culled, like, one or two of the best comments for us?
There is a comment by ULTRAGRRL. That is all.
Which, inexplicably, takes a potshot at Blur. Fuck Ultragrrrl.
I would say, "which, inexplicably, mentions Blur"--but I don't think it's a potshot (unless you consider an association with Third Eye Blind to be a de facto potshot).
I saw it and promptly vomitted all over the yoke of my brand new dress. Which could have been prevented if Alex Balk wasn't so fond of the word 'no'.
I don't get Ultragrrl's Blur reference. Damon Albarn faux-rapped about crystal meth?
No.
Well, the "Editor's Pick" comment is "FUCK the elitists. Great piece Rob, dead on!!!!!!!" So... you know...
Also: Crash Mansion. Ha.
Are you being ironic?
The best snippet handsdown is "How could Stephan be a dick? Charlize Theron dated him and she’s beautiful."
Anyone (who is not White Snake) with a guitar like that should be drawn and quartered.
I just had an inexplicable urge to do the splits on a Camero.
"peculiar nasal accent" should never be used to explain how someone is such a great performer. It's exactly that peculiar nasal accent that stuck in that uncomfortable spot of my throat and made me change the channel.
FWIW, that accent is a conditional phenotype we Southern Californians all share. That, and a love of Chart House steak restaurants.
the non-ironic thing about this is that now that damn song is in my head.
Yes. And why must I remember every word to that stupid rap, when I can barely remember my own phone number?
Maybe because THEY ARE THE GREATEST MUSICAL BAND OF THE 1990s?
How many Kurt Cobain raps can you remember, hmm? Q.E.D.
Fuck you for making me remember that band.
<- concurs
Doo doo doo
Doot-doo doot-doo
Something something like a freak show takes the stage
Then I bumped again, then I bumped again, then I did another bump, then I bumped again
I'm not listening when you say, goodBYEEEEEE
Fuck Fuck Goose are the voice of a generation.
That was fucking hilarious. Pearls before swine, etc.
God help me if this August ends without my taking a hit out on Lindsay Robertson. For crying out loud, she turned me off of Videogum, and my great love Gabriel works there! THAT IS A SPECIAL LEVEL OF ANNOYING.
Um, that was in respect to the comments on the Vulture link. Not that I won't go into an anti-Lindsay rant at the drop of a hat.
"without Stephan, there would be no Jason Mraz."
So there's another thing we can kick his ass for.