Pinchworm Letter to Pitchfork
This is too funny not to read.
“Dear Pitchfork, I know we don’t always get along. Sometimes you make me second-guess myself, and cause me to wonder how I could possibly be a good card-carrying indie music lover if I don’t care for some of the crap you love. You even tell me I’m a bad person for listening to something I think really isn’t so bad. And frankly, when you compare my music to “a flaccid penis protruding out from beneath a fold of flesh on a balding, middle-aged man", well, that just hits a little too close to home. Let’s not make this personal and hurt each other any more than we already have.”


