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I'll spare the obligatory hand-wringing over the definition of "emo" and its present self-clowning incarnation, and I will even spare you the lecture about how late 80's Dischord was really the only true embodiment of the genre. What I won't spare you is exposure to the delicious self-flagellation of this song. When I really want to feel good about not liking myself, this song does the trick every time. For bonus points I can reminisce about the one time I met Ian Mackaye and made an ass of myself by asking him what he thought about some kid wearing a NOFX shirt at his show; and being subjected to probably the 2,342,345,325,345th time he chewed someone out for bugging him about his relation to straight edge.
posted by yirgacheffe at 8:09 PM
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Everybody has an embarrassing Ian Mackaye straight edge moment.
when i met ian mackaye, i told him i was from fredericksburg. he asked me what the hell i was doing in spain.
great song. i was just listening to "dance of days"
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