After we sleep through the editorial meeting.

My favorite hockey team was eliminated from the NHL playoffs last night, so today it is nothing but this on repeat:

Yesterday, Screeching Weasel's "First Day of Summer" came on my iTunes and I didn't stop it. Which is weird! Because it was the first time in over a year that I listened to the band, a band I had been listening to since I was 16-years-old.

I wouldn't say they're my favorite band of all time, though I do like them lot. But I was really disappointed last year when Ben Weasel, the singer, punched two women during Screeching Weasel's performance at SXSW. It was never a secret that Ben Weasel was kind of an asshole—he's built his career by being the bitter punk rock dude—but after last year's incident, I just didn't want to listen to his songs. At first I stopped listening on purpose, and then it came without any effort, really. There are plenty of other songs in the world to listen to, songs written by people who don't punch women in the face.

But yesterday I listened to the song and I enjoyed it. I guess my self-imposed quasi Screeching Weasel boycott is over. It's not like he killed someone, right?* No, I won't be going to any Screeching Weasel shows anymore (partly because I don't want to give Ben Weasel my money and partly because these days Screeching Weasel is just Weasel and whoever he can find to be his back-up band, especially since his bandmates ditched him after his violent outburst), but I'll still listen to the records I liked when I was a teenager.

I still listen to Michael Jackson despite the fact he was charged (though, acquitted) with child molestation. I listen to the Phil Spector Christmas album every December and he was found guilty of murder. Chris Brown still has fans and people still listen to the Sex Pistols.

But there's got to be a line, right? There's got to be something a beloved musician can do that will make even their biggest fan NEVER LISTEN TO THEM AGAIN. Or is there?

What would make you never listen to your favorite musician ever again? Anything? Nothing? Why?

*The lamest argument ever.

I blogged about the A-Side of this single back when the cracks of the Earfff was still warm. While "Lazy Lady" isn't nearly as great a song as "Be Forewarned" is, Bobby Liebling and the band that would later be known as Pentagram got one thing right: if you can't write a great song, just write a great riff. Indeed, "Lazy Lady" is a nondescript early-70's hard rock song that is saved from mediocrity by the absolutely KILLER taco riff that pops up shortly after the one-minute mark, and returns again under the guitar solo.

And there's video!

If anything could ruin a good Johnny Depp fantasy, it's the unforgettable image of Marilyn Manson singing "The Beautiful People" into Johnny's crotch.

Sigh.

After we finish dreaming of prancing through sunny meadows during the editorial meeting.

Oh man, I was so ready to conduct the BrokeNCYDE interview to end all BrokeNCYDE interviews. Aside from the obvious lulziness of it all, the Albuquerque crunkcore collective known as BrokeNCYDE were a bonafide cultural phenomenon (at least on teh intarwebz) for a couple years there. And about that couple years: according to lead vocalist Mikl, the group started in 2005. Yeah, that's going on seven years. That's a longer career than N.W.A. That's a longer career than Hot Snakes. That's a longer career than Big Black. That's a career almost twice as long as Minor Threat's, even if you count the 1982 hiatus.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Regardless of what I think about their music, that kind of longevity is pretty impressive. So fuck it: these guys deserve to be taken at least somewhat seriously, I thought. If not for their music, at least for their business sense and tenacity. I was going to conduct the fucking Hell's Angels-meets-fucking-Deep-Throat of fucking BrokeNCYDE interviews. Fuck yeah crunk kids, let's fucking do this shit.

(More bullshit after the jump)

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After we sleep through the editorial meeting.

Don't even try to pretend you're evil and hard, m'kay?

I'm givin' crazy witch like Fairuza Balk
Scrapin' pointy bootz be the way that I walk
I got crystal ballz and my magic is black
Pentagram Sam I got my wand in yr crack

Video and lyrics after the jump!

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I just end up wishing it were faster, louder, and sung by Beth Ditto.