Confession: I don’t listen to the band Fucked Up. All I know about them is that they’re on Matador Records, they’re from Toronto, and their music is a bit too hardcore for my tastes. That said, this week I had two separate conversations with people I know in which they mentioned Fucked Up, so I felt it fitting that I contribute a news story this week about them. Here are my Fucked Up tales:
- Fucked Up Tale #1 (with my brother on Instant Messenger):
Him: the title track is one of the best songs i've ever heard, periodHim: it's about the plight of sex workers in Canada
Him: it's 18 minutes long
- Fucked Up Tale #2 (with my friend via e-mail):
Me: Did you just mention Jay Reatard and Fucked Up? Those are new bands; I thought you didn't listen to anything post-1995, hahah.Him: Dude, Jay Reatard's been around since the 90s -- he started when he was 16. I met the lead singer of Fucked Up when I was in Toronto a few years ago... he wanted a button I was wearing. Yeah, right! What would you do if this man approached you and said he wanted your button?
Whatever you do, don’t let Fucked Up's lead singer talk you into giving away your buttons:
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