We’re extremely serious people.Īnd now, in summer of 2006, we are forced to consider the Red Hot Chili Peppers, whose monolithic Stadium Arcadium is being pitched as the middle-aged funketeers’ return to the huge, bombastic, dare-we-say-it stadium-ready roots that propelled the band into stratospheric heights they could not have possibly expected when they were just wee lads lapping up mother’s milk. Our logo, as you probably know, is a giant red-tinted mug shot of a grinning Ryan Adams. We’ve got Shania Twain on the speed-dial, and our ambassadors were in fairly constant contact with her after she released those 37 themed versions of Up!. A couple years back we had to briefly abduct Nelly until he promised never to pull that Sweat/Suit thing again. The Insane Clown Posse (which was hard, because they cannot read).
Self-indulgent jams where the guy who said “No” was quickly shown the door. Gratuitous opuses whose bone structures aren’t developed enough to support their own heft. All-you-can-eat-buffets that someone has revisited one too many times. And I’m here today to talk to you about a crisis that’s been looming over the industry ever since music was invented back in 1947: pointlessly over-inflated double-disc releases.
Not only am I the president of TSOMFFTEODDR, I’m also a member. The following is a message from The Society of Music Fans for the Elimination of Double-Disc Releases.
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