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Jeremy Gordon

I was born in 1988 to two loving parents in Chicago, then did nothing of note until 1999 or 2000 when I started listening to Green Day and using the Internet to play Pokemon with total strangers. Since then, I've come to Northwestern to major in journalism and get poor as hell doing things I like.




C-List Celebrity, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS PRODUCT!?

    This man is selling shit you will never be able to afford, like Grey Goose vodka and love.

This man is selling shit you will never be able to afford, like Grey Goose vodka and love.

Orson Welles once said that movies are canned because they come in cans, which means they aren’t fresh. He was making a point about how stale the cinema can seem, and why Read More →

If Scott Stapp Comes A-Knocking, Don’t Start Rocking! Run Away.

And a happy Hannukah to you too.

Can you take me higher, Scott Stapp?

Creed is reuniting this summer. I presume that your genitals have exploded after reading that sentence, and will give you a moment to clean up. Read More →

I’m Twee for Twilight!!!

This Native American/Werewolf knows what youth culture is about in 2009.

This Native American/Werewolf knows what youth culture is about in 2009.

On the first night of summer break, I was overcome with a wave of nausea from some noxious tobacco that had found its way into a night of typical college rituals and libations. My stomach, churning like the whirlpool of Charbydis, Read More →

EVERYONE STOP TALKING ABOUT THE INTERNET

This is the future of communication.

This is the future of communication.

I’ve been working at a Chicago comic book store for the last five years which has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life, getting to hang out with mostly-interesting people talking about nerd shit 24/7 and serving a mostly-cool clientele that constantly reminds me one thing: In the real world, no one cares how smart you try to be. Read More →

No, Green Day Did Not Write That

Stop covering Kate Bush's songs. She will pounce you.

Stop covering Kate Bush's songs. She will pounce you.

Big Star’s first two records are about to be reissued on vinyl and CD in a month, which makes me giddier than a pig rolling in dollar bills. Big Star’s legacy might be Read More →

For Immediate Release: This Band Sucks

This cat is of sick of writing press releases.

This cat is of sick of writing press releases.

PR people must be the unhappiest people in the entire world. They might not be aware of their misery – perhaps it lies under their skin, bubbling like a hepatitis-infected creek Read More →

“Metallica Never Sold Out,” Say Stupid Idiots

Nice scarf, Kirk.

Nice scarf, Kirk.

Metallica is going into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame this year, an accomplishment that rates somewhere between getting a full snack card punched at Baskin Robbins and getting into clown college. They deserve it, for sure Read More →

Looking for Love Streams

John Cassavetes holding Gena Rowlands in loving embrace.

John Cassavetes holding Gena Rowlands in loving embrace.

Paris, early December, 2008. The shop is crowded with balding men in trenchcoats squeezing past each other to flip through the next unlabeled box of DVDs as if they’re going to find what they’re looking for; Read More →