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I hate when people talk down to me about music just because I’m a girl. Yes, I’m young. Yes, I have ovaries. Yes, I say “like” and “totally” a lot more than I probably should. That doesn’t mean I don’t know my stuff.

Last night I had a dream about Fest 8. I’m waaaaaaaaay too excited. (I dreamed that it was being sponsored by Monsanto, and I was torn between my loathing for the corporation and my need to see Dillinger Four play live–How much art can you take? I awoke before my decision was revealed but I’m sure that I once again compromised my morals in the pursuit of punk rock.) Four months & I’m there.

I’m just gonna come out and say it–I kind of hate indie movies. You know, the kind of movies that critics fawn over and your hipster friend describes as “so, like, moving and intense.” The kind of movie where nothing happens and everyone just sits around and cries and film students have wet dreams about, because it’s such an “deep and intimate portrayal of the modern American family”. Um, no thanks. I’d rather watch a movie with a discernable plot, thanks.

Maybe I’m shallow, but give me a movie where no one cries, no one makes any confessions or has any revelations. A joke or two would be nice. A couple plot points and I’m a happy camper.

Also, the majority of these so-called “indie” movies are not. They’re released by substudios of major studios. Fox Searchlight is part of 20th Century Fox, duh. Don’t be fooled by the hype, yo. It’s like how a ton of “indie” rock is released by major labels.

You should watch this, though. It makes me happy:
Under the Sea–Matty Pop Chart