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« on: October 29, 2013, 07:38:36 PM »
I've never met Byron Coley.
I've never been to New York City, where some of you live.
Coley had a column in the back of fuckin' Spin Magazine, which I bought at a gas station in a town of 3,000 people, where I lived at the time. A long time ago, really...
I don't really follow what Coley has written, nor do I follow what any music critics write, really... Snippets here and there. I don't look at the name of somebody reviewing a record anymore...
I'm SUPERIOR TO YOU ALL.
I did read his eulogy/poem as it was some fanboy blurt, but it wasn't as bad as some of you make it out to be.
I generally don't have time to cultivate wordy and insightful threads on this message board anymore, but I have 3 vacation days off of work which I'm spending at home, so maybe I'll be foolish enough to waste my time on some of this shit over the coming days...