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Monday, June 15, 2009
Gr***r

Jay forwarded this to me over the weekend and I'm glad that somewhere I have a precise treatise on why I hate the theoretically music-crit term "grower". Please, friends, never ever ever use it.

love

Jeffrey

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Jayson Greene
Date: Sat, Jun 13, 2009 at 9:47 PM
Subject: Fwd: gr***r
To: Jeffrey Beaumont, Alex Doorknobs

I am going through old emails tonight.

I love you, Jeffrey Beaumont.

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Jeffrey Beaumont
Date: Mon, Nov 19, 2007 at 1:19 AM
Subject: gr***r
To: Alex Doorknobs, Jayson Greene

from the otherwise solid That Truncheon Thing blog:

"Andorra, which I understand is something of a more pop-oriented departure from Snaith's earlier work, is a sonic tour de force -- one made for the headphones. It's a certifiable grower, albeit that rare grower with initial appeal."

The inane non-meaning of this sentence is the most wonderful demonstration of why this pseudo-terminology makes me want to throw up on myself, slowly eat up every bit of the vomit, and then climb into my computer and travel to this writer's machine, finally spitting it all out through his monitor directly onto his face.

Please promise me that if I die of cancer or leukemia before the age of 40, you will insist to my family that they MUST inscribe, "He said 'There's no possible way,' but that sure was a grower after all" on my tombstone.

thank you.

-JB

Labels: fucktactics, Growerage, IMs, late arrivals, memories, old flames, quickthoughts

posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 6/15/2009 11:55:00 AM 0 comments

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