first, in the background, put on some Black Mirror by Arcade Fire (or just SomaFM‘s IndiePopRocks channel to set a general indie rock mood), and then read this woeful tale of indie darling/pop-star/hipster hissy fitness:

Missing: 1 star-marked basketball.

another piece of evidence in support of the theory that sometimes it’s not so good to meet the artist behind the art, because, well, they’re just normal jerks like the rest of us. just gimme the art, Oh! Great! Channeller!, and maybe my basketball back. less talk, more rock, ktnxbai.

(via the great channeller mookie who’s actually worth meeting)

and already, a catty caturday lolarcadefire response via Tyler:

this looks cool. due to school, i might have to skip out on the schmoozefests with the apostrophe’d “DJ’s” (not DJs). they’re bound to be full of converse upon converse of hipsters, anyway. but once finals are done and on a morning when the pitter-patter of chucks is gone off to sleep off the katzenjammers, i think it’ll be high time to take in some of what looks to be a promising show. check it, folks.

(and i didn’t even use the word OBEY anywhere in the write-up above. how about that.)