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Nov
24th
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Music stores yall

24hourpartypooper:

ryanetics:

Music stores suck. This is a real problem in a town as creative as Athens. If only Zach’s store outside the 40 Watt would open as a full time shop that carried sticks, strings, heads, etc. I am so sick of dealing with Music Exchange, Chick and Musician’s Warehouse - I can’t even imagine how much I would hate them if I was a gal.

I guarantee you that the dudes that work at music stores drool over female musicians but then assume any girl who walks in the door is just some dumb girlfriend. We need Bikini Kill and Bratmobile to come stomp some middle age white dude ass to get our local shops in line!

marieyall:

stephenhouser:

marieyall:

I went to Music Exchange once when I was hunting down an Iron Cobra. I asked about them and the guy said, “No. Those are made by this brand called Tama. We don’t carry Tama. We’re not a Tama dealer. You’d have to go to somewhere that’s a Tama dealer to find them,” in this condescending tone. I just asked, sheesh. Thought I’d check out the local stores before going elsewhere.

I bought my Paiste 2002 ride at a Guitar Center and the guy wouldn’t let me try it out. I was like, 15 at the time so I didn’t care really. I never had a drum teacher so I didn’t know how imperative it was. I was just stoked that it was $240 off. I’ve been happy with it ever since but still!

These are just a few instances that stick out in my memory right now.

I would love, love, love to support a local music store, but I can’t. I’ll go buy sticks there because it’s convenient but I refuse to endorse any establishment that condones this kind of behavior. I’ve been playing drums for over ten years now. I’m not half-bad. I hate encountering these white middle-aged men that aren’t receptive to a female drummer. It’s really weird because until I moved to Athens I never met people that thought female drummers were cool. It was so wonderful to find a community full of supportive musicians after years of people assuming I was terrible because I was a girl or being surprised to find a female drumline captain. I am a huge supporter of local business but again, I can’t support any of the local stores.

I wonder if Sara Romweber has to deal with this?

I’ve been talked down to at a few music stores before, and I’m a dude. I think that if you’re young and/or can’t buy the $5000 guitars, some stores don’t really give a shit about your money. I went into the Music Exchange one time to ask for a part, got told they don’t carry it, that it sucks, and that I should just go order it online somewhere. The owner/manager dude seems to be a dick.

On the other hand, I’ve had great experiences and customer service at Chick Piano and at Sam Ash. The people there have been really helpful and friendly.

Oh yeah — I know they’re kind of dicks to everyone. But I’ve gotten, “Oh, are these for your boyfriend?” before. I don’t think they’ll ask you if drumsticks are for your girlfriend. I don’t think I’ve ever had a pleasant experience inside of a music store, not even when I was dropping $1,000 on a kit.

Ah, the universal problem.

In Athens I’ve had great experiences with Chick Piano and Musician’s Warehouse but horrible times at Music Exchange. And the chain stores? FORGET ABOUT IT! When I was younger I used to get defensive and nervous about how ignorant I was when I went into music stores looking at amps and effects pedals and stuff. Now,  when I go in I’ll say things like “I want the pedal that makes the SWOOOOOOSH sound” or “I dunno. I’m pretty sure Blonde On Blonde used an Akai sampler” or “No one really listens to Buckethead, right?”

Sure, it drives ‘em up the wall but I’ll only do it when they’re being asses and then I feel OK about it.

true. the last time i went into a music store in athens, i got called “jewel.”

Nov
23rd
Mon
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I AM ANGRY

what the hell did the state of georgia do to perpetuate the rainy gray blight that is perpetually upon us this semester?

hate. hate. hate.

Nov
22nd
Sun
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what do mexican girls like? taco beds!

what do mexican girls like? taco beds!

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that episode of the simpsons were Moe gets a facelift? SO ATTRACTIVE!

hey boy heyyyy

that episode of the simpsons were Moe gets a facelift? SO ATTRACTIVE!

hey boy heyyyy

Nov
21st
Sat
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see?!?!?!

see?!?!?!

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i laughed so hard.

i laughed so hard.

Nov
19th
Thu
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stuffhipstershate:

When Their Friends Go to Law School
Janelle: Hey dude, Jason is having a fucking awesome party tonight at some loft in Bushwick. Wanna get there early? Like 1 a.m. or somethin’?
Tyron: Sorry, lady. I have to study.
Janelle: What the fuck do you have to study for? You’ve been outta school for five years…
Tyron: The LSATs.
Janelle. Are you shitting me?
Tyron: Naw, I mean, this whole poet thing isn’t really working out. I mean, no one wants to pay me to write, so I figured I would, like, learn a trade.
Janelle: Are you going to be an LSAT tutor…?
Tyron: No, asshole. I’m going to law school.
Janelle: What the fuck? When have you ever expressed interest in the law? You don’t even like motherfucking Law & Order—and there’s like six versions of that show to choose from.
Tyron: Well, lawyers make a lot of money, which is something I don’t have. I can’t shelve books at an indie bookstore and do poetry slams forever, Jan. I can’t. I need stuff like, I dunno, a real bed. A room with walls. Last week I brought this chick home and she took one look at my so-called room—a shower curtain and bed sheets do not a bedroom make—and announced that she had to get up early. She’s a fucking freelancer. How many freelancers do you know who have to “get up early”? I can’t deal with this anymore, dude. I need to eat. I need to get laid. I need cash. I mean, yeah, I would probably have to wear a suit year-round to cover up my sleeve tats, and, sure, I would have to shave more often and probably move to Manhattan and drink with I-bankers at shitty places like Blondies, and I would most definitely have to pretend to get excited about sports and shit—but I can do it. I can suck it up. I’m almost 30. It’s time to get serious.
Janelle: Dude, you’re not going to get into law school. I mean, that’s just a stone cold fucking science fact.
Tyron: Why the fuck not? I got like fucking straight A’s in college.
Janelle: Well, for one, you majored in abstract sculpture and Victorian poetry, and two, the most experience you’ve had with the legal system was that time you got arrested for breaking into that construction site, getting smashed and passing out in your own vomit.
Tyron: Dude. That was like a fucking minor offense. Like, you know, a misnomer.
Janelle: Um. I rest my case.
(Photo)

there’s actually an element of truth in this—instead of majoring in Victorian Poetry, i specialized in french medieval poetry. And yeah, no one was gonna pay me to write, so law school it was!

stuffhipstershate:

When Their Friends Go to Law School

Janelle: Hey dude, Jason is having a fucking awesome party tonight at some loft in Bushwick. Wanna get there early? Like 1 a.m. or somethin’?

Tyron: Sorry, lady. I have to study.

Janelle: What the fuck do you have to study for? You’ve been outta school for five years…

Tyron: The LSATs.

Janelle. Are you shitting me?

Tyron: Naw, I mean, this whole poet thing isn’t really working out. I mean, no one wants to pay me to write, so I figured I would, like, learn a trade.

Janelle: Are you going to be an LSAT tutor…?

Tyron: No, asshole. I’m going to law school.

Janelle: What the fuck? When have you ever expressed interest in the law? You don’t even like motherfucking Law & Order—and there’s like six versions of that show to choose from.

Tyron: Well, lawyers make a lot of money, which is something I don’t have. I can’t shelve books at an indie bookstore and do poetry slams forever, Jan. I can’t. I need stuff like, I dunno, a real bed. A room with walls. Last week I brought this chick home and she took one look at my so-called room—a shower curtain and bed sheets do not a bedroom make—and announced that she had to get up early. She’s a fucking freelancer. How many freelancers do you know who have to “get up early”? I can’t deal with this anymore, dude. I need to eat. I need to get laid. I need cash. I mean, yeah, I would probably have to wear a suit year-round to cover up my sleeve tats, and, sure, I would have to shave more often and probably move to Manhattan and drink with I-bankers at shitty places like Blondies, and I would most definitely have to pretend to get excited about sports and shit—but I can do it. I can suck it up. I’m almost 30. It’s time to get serious.

Janelle: Dude, you’re not going to get into law school. I mean, that’s just a stone cold fucking science fact.

Tyron: Why the fuck not? I got like fucking straight A’s in college.

Janelle: Well, for one, you majored in abstract sculpture and Victorian poetry, and two, the most experience you’ve had with the legal system was that time you got arrested for breaking into that construction site, getting smashed and passing out in your own vomit.

Tyron: Dude. That was like a fucking minor offense. Like, you know, a misnomer.

Janelle: Um. I rest my case.

(Photo)

there’s actually an element of truth in this—instead of majoring in Victorian Poetry, i specialized in french medieval poetry. And yeah, no one was gonna pay me to write, so law school it was!

Nov
18th
Wed
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lookatthisfuckinghipster:

“The back of my shirt says: ‘But I have sex with skeezy men.’”

hahahahaha.

lookatthisfuckinghipster:

“The back of my shirt says: ‘But I have sex with skeezy men.’”

hahahahaha.

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wishing i was in vienna, today.

wishing i was in vienna, today.

Nov
17th
Tue
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ajamars:


bluehydrangea:

keepsakesandtreasures:

want want haha. really. it’s one “ma” too much. fix it, wordboner. everybody’s disturbed by it.

want one too!

ajamars:

bluehydrangea:

keepsakesandtreasures:

want want haha. really. it’s one “ma” too much. fix it, wordboner. everybody’s disturbed by it.

want one too!