August 31, 2006
I never thought this day would come. Yo La Tengo and I, well, we've had some good times together. Sure, things started a little rough, when, at 14, I found myself unimpressed by Painful when I checked it out from the library.
But then Electr-O-Pura straightened me out, and we became fast friends. Flying Lesson, Tom Courtenay, Pablo and Andrea - it was like gold spun from my speakers. Blue Line Swinger, their closing 9 minute opus, was unlike anything else I'd heard up until that point. And I don't even have to tell you about how great I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One was, or how much it soundtracked the first false start of my college career, and the whirlwind year leading up to my marriage.
Heck, I even re-evaluated Painful, and found that I no longer found the title to be a fitting description of how I thought listening to it felt. And now, they've got this new album coming out, with, like the best name ever, and boy howdy, was I excited.
But then I found this. And I realize that it has to be over for us - I just can't support them, not after this traitorous call to make the world's most disgusting condiment the national condiment of the U.S. of A.
It was fun while it lasted, Ira, James, and Georgia. But, sadly, it's all over now.
Posted by starlen at August 31, 2006 11:11 AM
