Yay! About time you gave up music. You've finally come to your senses.

And just because you are playing at the Luce doesn't mean you can eat everything in the kitchen. Save some pizza for the customers, fatso

I don't think Mat is "giving up" music just because Farewell Tour is never playing again considering he's is in about 3 other local bands.

god, this guy. biggest fucking internet pussy i've ever seen. it's easy to write a bunch of fucking shit like that when you know you're not going to get your head beat in, because you live in california.

Hey Tony, do my comments keep you up at night? You get funny when you are angry. Maybe MatFat will let you eat some of the 20 pizzas he will order that night to make you feel better

is it sunny in california right now?

...and this isn't our last show... just our last show as the farewell tour... we're changing our name. i'll be here to annoy the shit out of anonymous posters for a long time to come!

localmusicsucks, anymore of your bullshit's just going to get deleted.

say something useful or go back to masturbating to the latest word of warcraft happenings, fuckhead.

i'm a sad human being.

i think that localmusicsucks might be verging on harassment.

Am I the ONLY one who noticed the amusing typo in the post title?

someone please rescue me from my pathetic life.

Is the name change story in HPD?

this guy has to be kidding. nobody, anywhere, ever, could be this stupid and annoying. i'm guessing one of the boys from bone appetit is pretending to be an 11-year-old girl with downs syndrome just to get a rise out of us.
and the title is a reference to the hilarious andrew olson farce article - a topic which has been exhausted.

Dear Mayday, Amy, Tony, Matt, and the rest of the local music scene

You guys have really got to stop this seemingly never ending cycle of cluster-bomb vitriol. Impugning the music is one thing, but dignifying the comments of someone like "localmusicsucks" (or someone who gives you a negative review) regardless of their legitimacy, with a full frontal assault, needs to be beneath you, especially because of where we live. In a place this small we have the luxury of not having to brave the same arrows as you would in a major metropolitan setting. If you want to play a show here, all you need to do is ask, and if someone thinks your music is ham-fisted, self-fellating, common tripe, chances are they are not going to be as forthcoming (mostly because they are 5 inches from you, possibly connected to you in some way [a close friend or perhaps a relative], or need accolades desperately, just like you do and are afraid that if they offend you you won't bend over and fuck it). The combination of these elements seems to make for skin that is every bit as resiliant and impenetrable as the ultimate promise of a career in show business for any one of us. And, that is exactly the kind of delusion one can get away with in this town - if no one pisses in the pool, you save all the money you could ever need on chlorine - so, when someone cracks wise about you, there is more of a tendency take the bate like a bunch of nattering, coked-up Donald Trumps with a "daddy's-special-special-princess-complex". Judging by what I've seen and read as of late, I believe some could actually rip the offending critic's guts from their living bodies with a single, firm grab and an effortless pull, merely for a sideways glance. I guess what I'm saying is, you guys seem to be exhibiting the early warning signs of this particular syndrome, and I think some of you are aware of it. To those who are, take some responsibility for your feelings, and focus on the music, because that is what this should be about. If it isn't, beware: when you put yourself on stage, it's like vomiting in someone else's living room - some will be gracious and concerned for your well being, some will appreciate how well the color scheme matches the drapes and others will be angry and you can't blame them. If you do, words become bullets, and if words are deemed to have the same destructive power as bullets, eventually someone will prohibit shooting and then, truly, the only place to vomit, will be on stage; you know, like in Duluth.

hey buddy, i just commented that localmusicsucks is being harrassing. i'm not saying anything about people criticizing or reviewing music.

anyone else think it's kinda sad that this guy can't come up with anything better than calling me fat over and over?

what a one trick pony.

no matter... changing his posts are much more fun than actually deleting them.

ANYWAY...

it should be a cool show.

yeah, tabert: you're conflating two separate issues, here.

we're all about the love here, pal. and criticism. but there is a big difference between saying someone's music is trite or uninspired, and calling somebody fat. again and again.

Oh, it's good to laugh again.

"Fartwell Tour." I get it.

Besides, it's Duluth. You're all correct: That guy from the Reader is condemned to be "that guy from the Reader" - valid points, or not; and we all get to enjoy unintentionally humorous lines like (and I'm afraid I'll have to paraphrase) that someone had been a part of the music scene in Duluth since 1997, and presumably still is... or something like that.

Man, people get PhDs in less time then that and aren't doomed to smell like Happy Joe's when they've finished rocking our lame asses.

Seriously, if the Duluth music scene means anything, it's the pride that we all feel knowing that we tolerate the charmingly mediocre - but loud and capable of keeping a beat - just so we can all... sorry... I thought I had something there.

I just hope that whatever Farewell Tour calls themselves now, we'll all still be able to say, "Whatever happened to that chick from the Fromundas."

Yeah.

Good times.

Love,
Lester Diamond

""Whatever happened to that chick from the Fromundas."

ha.

what the fuck ever did happen to that chick from the fromundas?

You talentless hacks with your five dollar cover charges. I hope nobody shows up.

Mayday and Tony,
I appologize. I guess I didn't make myself clear. Obviously, there is a difference between making sport of someone's weight and crtiqueing their music, but that is not the issue. In this instance, it still all seems to be coming down to hurt feelings (and do not deny this because all of you have repatedly been responding to these petty taunts). I't's retarded. I guess what I'm saying is, who cares about fat comments, or if the guy from the reader doesn't like your album, or your band. Let it go.

Wow, it's nice outside. The sun is shining. It's warm. There are many birds flying through. Look! An egret just nabbed a little fish. I think I'll go out there...

huh.

all this talk about hurt feelings... and taking offense to being called fat...

i was just trying to promote a show...

you know, it's fun to bitch and taunt and all, but from now on i will only use my powers for good. talbert is right. and PDD ain't the forum for this crap. i really think we just need to sit down to a beer with localmusicsucks (assuming he's 21) and hash out where all this petty shit is coming from.
and then roll him up in a carpet and throw him off a bridge.

Can we fuck him first?