Rock journalists are funny. Indie-rock journalists are especially funny because the really FEEL the progression (or regression) of music...they take it personally. If "Indie-rock" (or alt-rock, or emo) was an adjective that existed in the 70's...an "indie-rock" journalist would have coined the term "corporate rock" to define their displeasure with the music being released by Journey, Styx, Boston, etc...they're offended.

The funniest is when an Indie-rock journalist looses her or his shit in the middle of a record review...as exemplified by the phrase: "The country's no-brow simpletons lap this shit up like a last meal. It'll sell for the same reasons The Man Show's lasted four seasons and Spencer Gifts can't keep inflatable tits and farting monkeys in stock." This phrase comes from Mr. Ryan Schreiber, editor-in-chief of Pitchforkmedia.com...and he's right. Read the review of Har Mar Superstar's You Can Feel Me album...and laugh right along with me.

How much time is required between having yourself photographed that people don't confuse narcissism and needing to document that you lived in a certain decade? The last time I was photographed professionally...was in college; and that's been a while. My friend Zechariah mentioned that he wanted to photograph me...but he does the real thing - models from an agency, wind tunnel, spritzer. Yeah...not exactly me. But, if you're gonna do it...I think it's easier to trust a friend with your self-image; rather than the Olen Mills guy next to the "Silver Emporium" in the mall.