The Shit

Yes, there was a time when Stereogum was a good blog. Earnest, somewhat hip (indie nerds with jobs can only be so cool), and not without a sense of humor, The Gum became the #1 music blog in terms of site traffic, so in October of last year Scott started doing this shit full time. Now, problem is, Stereogum totally sucks. Sad, right? We don't have an opinion about this "Stereogum sucks" affair, but that's what everyone keeps saying, over and over, whilst continuing to read Gummers not once, but several times a day. (Well, it's mostly Idolator, but they're paid to read that shit.)

Here's a wonderfully hilarious and totally indicative exchange from Stereogum's comment section today:

It blows my mind how lame and poorly written this blog has become over the last 6 months.

Posted by: lame at April 2, 2007 3:31 PM

Thanks for reading!

Posted by: scott at April 2, 2007 4:05 PM

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Here's the deal: we really didn't want to care about this little basketball game that happened last night. Really. And on most levels we still don't. But Joakim Noah now has two championships? This guy? Really?!?

Really, not wanting him to have another ring (and by ring, we mean ridiculously unjustifiable amount of ass) was the extent of our caring. We have nothing against Florida: after all, there's been talk of our very own P-town Jail Weed Trail Blazers drafting the versatile Corey Brewer come June, and we have been known, on occasion, to like the colors blue and orange. But, for whatever reason, Joakim Noah really just annoys the shit out of us (and that's a big problem, seeing as we are The Shit).

We didn't exactly get dragged to see Grindhouse. We'll admit we were curious; that we're fans of Robert Rodriguez's earlier work, and his cooking; and when it comes down to it, we're not all that averse to watching Rose McGowan go-go dance. But we really weren't all that excited—didn't have those ridiculous fan-boy expectations—because, honestly, we don't like Quentin Tarantino all that much. After watching his half of the double feature, entitled Death Proof, we like him even less.

Which is too bad, because we really like the idea of QT. We enjoy the same movies he does, especially appreciated the Shaw Brothers references in the first Kill Bill (Intimate Confessions of a Chinese Courtesan? anyone?), and thought there was a real spark to Pulp Fiction. And we were under the impression Grindhouse was going to be another loving homage to schlock. While Rodriguez's Planet Terror is fucking great—boasting the most per capita bloodiness and sheer wtf-ness of perhaps any movie we've ever seen—Death Proof is no fun at all.

Destined to enter the Hall of Fame of rap blog posts, OhWord's write-up of their recent discovery of Cam'ron's rhyme book is, well—it's one word: G'd up. They got Cam's flow spot-on; every verse would have been right at home on last year's Killa Season (which, granted, was subpar), and it's the kind of stuff that fellow Byrd Gang member Juelz Santana can only hope to emulate. Anyway, it got us thinking; can you tell real Killa from sham Cam? Take our test after the jump!