You’ve heard a lot about what our correspondents thought of CMJ, but what about the everyday people? Where did they go, who did they see, what did they really enjoy? (If they enjoyed anything at all?) To find out, we sent Alex Goldberg back to the Puck Building, where he found out the secret link between William Howard Taft, menstruation, and “ska-pa-doodie-dah.” (No, we don’t know if that’s a ska band or not, either.)
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Meeting The CMJ Attendees, Part 2: Big Love For Rosebuds And Calamari
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ON THE SCENE
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Yeah, yeah, I understand; you’re 40 years old, with a killer pirate earing and you’ve already seen more indie in 34 hours than I could hope to this entire year. I’ll sit here and listen while you tell me that you’ve already seen 6 today, but you couldn’t be troubled with remembering their names. I concede. You’re much cooler than me. But then, you regale me with stories of “awesome” calamari? Now it just seems that you’re rubbing salt in the wound. Fuck you, aging hipster.
Calamari man is actually named Mark, he is Pitchforks senior CD review guy.
If the Calarmari Man is indeed Mark, I’d have to say, “Lay off, pal!” to Dancing Bear. He was a colleague of mine when I wrote for Pitchfork and he’s an all-around great guy.
Calamari Man is so positively brimming with positivity about the cmj it’s really nice to see as opposed to the usual, expected “this sucks” posturing by lots of people
p.s. the age-ist comments by DancingBear are just plain rude. didnt yr mama teach you to respect yr elders young man?
@worldsfair: yr momma’s a sucker, my momma’s a creep.
That’s not me - I am in Chicago.
i think if he ditched the ponytail (and/or never turned his head sideways) he’d be sorta cute. although i am troubled that he doesn’t remember a single band he saw and seems kinda cheerful about it.