I believe all music is meant for nostalgic purposes, to relive the moments of your life that you hold closest to you. For me (maybe for a lot of people as well) would be my childhood. Dumb Talk has that effect on me, I get that nostalgic feeling of when I was a kid. DumbTalk has this sick 90s punk rock throwback thing going down. It’s amazing.
Also their debut s/t album is coming out the 31st on the wonderful Miscreant Records, pre-order that HERE.
Sent my man Luke this track, and now the world can hear it! Enjoy, babes.
Hey, here’s the Miscreant episode of Ear Candy! It’s weird, sexy, intense, and hilarious — so, clearly something for everyone. I talk vinyl, zines, and Scream 2 with the boys and Intern_Lauren. We have fun!
Also, be sure to check out the EC boys here, and download the podcast on iTunes here!
“Cassettes—people love them. They want them. Cassettes are cuddly. They are Star Wars while CDs are Battlestar Galactica (MP3s, of course, are The Matrix). They come in colors; you can collect them and trade them. Hang them on your wall. Use them as Valentines. You don’t have a cassette player? Go buy one at a thrift store for three dollars. Join the fun. Join the cassette party and tape over all of your roommate’s favorite music.”—Calvin Johnson in The Believer
“I realize it’s frowned upon to choose a mate based on something superficial like the music they love. But superficiality has been good to me. In the animal kingdom, Renee and I would have recognized each other’s scents; for us, it was a matter of having the same Favoite Meat Puppets album.Music was a physical bond between us, and the fact thatshe still owned her childhood 45 of Andy Gibb’s “I Just Want To Be Your Everything” was tantamount to an arranged marriage. The thought that we did not belong together never really crossed my mind.”—Rob Sheffield,Love Is A Mixtape
I’m leaving New York tomorrow morning. Sometimes, these things are easy — turning pages of chapters that are leading on to something new and exciting. I’ll be back sooner than it feels like right now. But putting my life on hold here seems like more heartbreak than its worth. As I get into the car to head back to Indiana, and later on the plane to London, then Syracuse, part of me will be dragging my feet. Alas, it is but a handful of months before I’ll be the only living girl in New York once again.
It’s easier to leave than to be left behind Leaving was never my proud Leaving New York never easy I saw the life fading out
“The song is about Mark, he’s 28 and he still acts like a kid…rolling around on the floor and shit.”—Tom DeLonge, about “What’s My Age Again?” which is actually not about Mark, but it’s actually about me, naturally, of course.