Where’s verb?

[macphisto]

Thanks for checking in.

[verb_to_trust]

Wtf verb I threw you a lifeline and this is how you repay me

Love you bro

[Strat]

I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Lol you’re obsessed with Ryan Adams worsen

[verb_to_trust]

I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Lol you’re obsessed with Ryan Adams worsen

Romeo and Juliet is better than anything wilco has put out in a decade. Wednesdays too. Fight me.

[Strat]

I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Lol you’re obsessed with Ryan Adams worsen

Romeo and Juliet is better than anything wilco has put out in a decade. Wednesdays too. Fight me.

It all sucks.

Except Star Wars. Maybe.

[verb_to_trust]

I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here. You guys are the message board equivalent of modern day wilco

Lol you’re obsessed with Ryan Adams worsen

Romeo and Juliet is better than anything wilco has put out in a decade. Wednesdays too. Fight me.

It all sucks.

Except Star Wars. Maybe.

Schmilco is the one I'd pick, not star wars, if I was forced to.

[verb_to_trust]

I can't even name a song off star wars? Pickled Ginger? Is that a thing?

Boring old white dudes. Sad.

[Bammer]

I'm here just kind of bored with the content around here.

I challenge anyone to refute this notion.

[verb_to_trust]

Which banned RMer is the boards Jay Bennett?

[Jorge]

How often did you stop by during your six month ban?

[Jorge]

Which banned RMer is the boards Jay Bennett?

PeopleMyAge

[verb_to_trust]

How often did you stop by during your six month ban?

I read a lot at first but eventually just stopped altogether. I did set a reminder on my calendar to return at the 6 month mark to make a thread asking who sits down to pee.

[Jorge]

Why didn't you make it?

[Bammer]

I sit down to pee in the middle of the night when it’s dark or when I really want to RM

[verb_to_trust]

Why didn't you make it?

I think I considered it but figured some psycho mod would opportunistically ban me again

[verb_to_trust]

If RM was a Wilco song it would probably be I Might.

[washing machine]

If RM was a Wilco song it would probably be I Might.

Poor Places

[washing machine]

The thing I really like about Wilco is how opposite their career trajectory looks from our nearest and dearest favorite band, Pearl Jam.

Everything they've released after their heyday has been varying degrees of quality, but there's nothing in their catalog that just downright feels phoned in or lazy. They seem to genuinely enjoy making music on their terms, and I respect that.

They are proving to be one of the most authentic bands of our time. I think the shit posters on RM can learn from the gang in Wilco.

[verb_to_trust]

While it is endearing that Wilco have not embarrassed themselves completely for 20 years straight like Pearl Jam has they are the second worse thing: boring.

If you want good dad rock listen to the new Superchunk record. Don't give Jeff any more money for deep dish pizza.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.