Apparently, I missed the adderall prescription passed out to the Internet somewhere in the hazy span between Boxing Day and The Gaslamp Killer counting down the new year to the backdrop of “Runnin.” Everyone is too chipper for me today. The last three band names to barrel down my RSS feed were The Golden Girls, Internet Forever, and Young Governor, Roommates. Unless the latter is a documentary about Arnold Schwarzenegger’s hedonistic behavior as a young Muscle Beach body-builder, I’m not interested. Nor am I intrigued by the news that the least talented member of Animal Collective (the one named after Ted “Theodore” Logan’s little brother) got to take his dream trip to Mali to edify the Tuareg people on the chasmal difference between noise pop and noise-punk. 2010: it’s all about sincerity and cynicism.
The point of this discursive ramble is to say is that we here at the Passion of the Weiss may ease on into the New Year in an attempt to leave your RSS feed a little less muddled. Or not. There will be interviews, nebulous hyperbole about beatmakers involving the word “gauzy,” and self-aggrandizing links to stuff I’ve written elsewhere. There will also be sea serpents. In the meantime, allow me to point your attention to the Stylus Reunion currently taking place at The Stylus Decade. Tune in to see Nick Southall play the role of George Costanza Todd Burns, and a bunch of highly gifted writers waxing philosophic about the decade that was — two weeks after you were ready to move on. Timeliness is overrated. As Evelyn Waugh once said: “punctuality is the virtue of the bored.”
