Alt Rock Quotes

Guns make losers feel like winners. That's why people who suck at life don't want to give up their guns.

I try to Control-Alt-Delete the thought, as always, but the keys in my mind get stuck.

Fun Fact: You know who invented the term Fake News? Not Trump. It was Hitler. Look it up. Hitler loved to describe any newspaper that exposed him for what he was as Luegenpresse, which is German for Fake News.

Trump's most fanatic supporters will never admit that he is anything less than the Second Coming of Christ, because it is much easier to brainwash someone into being a zealot than it is to make a zealot realize he has been brainwashed.

The alt-right 2016 is like punk rock 1977: it’s daring, new, socially unacceptable, inevitable, and scaring the crap out of everyone.

Many fundamentalist Christian Evangelicals are racist because religion and racism are two sides of the same coin. Both are nothing more than primitive tribalism: Us vs Them thinking. That's why religious nuts and racists can so easily be manipulated into hating someone who is different from them.

This world isn’t dead, but it might as well be, dragging its corpse from cáfe to ballroom to alt-rock concerts, unable to do anything but keep itself awake, nothing more.” “Don’t be bummed you can’t do what you were doing before,” Matthew said encouragingly. He ripped out a blank page of the journal. “Hannah bought an extra pen—would it make you feel better to draw a li’l something’?!” “The world prepares to burn and we entertain ourselves with trinkets and crafts while pissing into bottles in the dark.” But Bryde sat up stiffly and accepted the scratch paper. “See, this is a perfectly cool time,” Matthew said soothingly. “I was not made for a perfectly cool time,” Bryde said. He had drawn something that looked either like a tornado or like something had been trying to take the pen while he wrote.

I am not great in a crowd. I don’t see a lot of rock shows because sometimes I am afraid I won’t get out. I used to squeeze my little self into the scrum and jump around and cause tiny trouble. Now I just want to sit down and have someone perform my five favorite songs while I eat a light dinner and receive a simultaneous pedicure. Is there some kind of awesome indie/alt/hip-hop/electronica music tour that can do that?

Widzimy na nim tulącą gitarę atrakcyjną rockwoman w błyszczącej czarnej lateksowej czy może skórzanej sukni. Na płycie jednak rock and rolla ani na lekarstwo. Mamy za to zestaw bardzo dobrych, melodyjnych kompozycji O’Connor. Denerwujące jest używanie w niektórych recenzjach określenia wytrychu „alt pop”. Tak jakby dziś wstydem było napisanie po bożemu normalnej piosenki z dającą się zanucić melodią i zrozumiałym tekstem. Odrzucając ewentualne tekstowe odniesienia do pozamuzycznych sytuacji, takich jak choćby korespondencyjny dialog Sinéad z cyniczną i prymitywną starletką Miley Cyrus, mamy na „I’m Not Bossy...” pokaźną porcję bardzo dobrego grania i śpiewania.

What if Melania is a Red Sparrow?

In November of 1997, the New Jersey–based independent radio station WFMU broadcast a live forty-seven-minute interview with Ronald Thomas Clontle, the author of an upcoming book titled Rock, Rot & Rule. The book, billed as “the ultimate argument settler,” was (theoretically) a listing of almost every musical artist of the past fifty years, with each act designated as “rocking,” “rotting,” or “ruling” (with most of the research conducted in a coffeehouse in Lawrence, Kansas). The interview was, of course, a now semi-famous hoax. The book is not real and “Ronald Thomas Clontle” was actually Jon Wurster, the drummer for indie bands like Superchunk and (later) the Mountain Goats. Rock, Rot & Rule is a signature example of what’s now awkwardly classified as “late-nineties alt comedy,” performed at the highest possible level—the tone is understated, the sensibility is committed and absurd, and the unrehearsed chemistry between Wurster and the program’s host (comedian Tom Scharpling) is otherworldly. The sketch would seem like the ideal comedic offering for the insular audience of WFMU, a self-selecting group of sophisticated music obsessives from the New York metropolitan area. Yet when one relistens to the original Rock, Rot & Rule broadcast, the most salient element is not the comedy. It’s the apoplectic phone calls from random WFMU listeners. The callers do not recognize this interview as a hoax, and they’re definitely not “ironic” or “apathetic.” They display none of the savvy characteristics now associated with nineties culture. Their anger is almost innocent.

I don’t see a lot of rock shows because sometimes I am afraid I won’t get out. I used to squeeze my little self into the scrum and jump around and cause tiny trouble. Now I just want to sit down and have someone perform my five favorite songs while I eat a light dinner and receive a simultaneous pedicure. Is there some kind of awesome indie/alt/hip-hop/electronica music tour that can do that?

But tonight wasn’t about me. It was about Rogue and LJ Records. It was about the music. The fans. This alt rock life I was born to live.

As fake news purveyors and the alt-right were aligning to help Trump, an aggressive group of foreign nationals were doing the same. They’d do it by dumping information that would rock the whole election. It would also accomplish what we now know the Russian government wanted most: pervasive fear among the American people that the political system was rigged and untrustworthy.