Congratulations to Andrea, who was the first person to find me in Union Square on Saturday and who, as a result, won a shiny little USB drive featuring exclusive Fall Out Boy/Blink 182 content. (She beat out a gaggle of other people, who I tried to console with candy. I hope it worked.) Unfortunately, because everything happened at the speed of Internet that afternoon, I didn’t get a photo–or even her last name–but I’m hoping that wherever she is, she’s enjoying the drive and the goodies within. [Previously / Pic via himynameismark] More »
The phone calls between Mark Hoppus, Travis Barker, and Tom DeLonge that took place a few months ago have sort of borne fruit: blink-182 will present an award at this Sunday night’s Grammys, presumably while wearing clothes and not playing music. Hooray? Also on the telecast now: performances by M.I.A., Neil Diamond, Robin Thicke, Stevie Wonder, and a Bo Diddley tribute featuring Buddy Guy, B.B. King, John Mayer, and Keith Urban. Full list of performers after the jump! It’s a long one, and I’m starting to think that this year’s telecast is going to be way heavy on the blurted-out, pre-commercial-break omnibus lists of winners.
It’s been four years since Blink-182 petered out after their peculiar Robert Smith phase (which was not terrible, but just something of a death rattle). In the interim Mark Hoppus has been blogging heavily and producing generic pop-punk, while Tom DeLonge has dedicated himself to exploring the deepest depths of nauseating self-importance. It seemed for a while that the once fantastically crude duo would never reconcile their divergent life paths. But! According to Hoppus’ latest blog post there may actually be a glimmer of hope for a second Belle Époque of fart jokes.
Three years ago today Blink 182 officially announced their indefinite hiatus, thus ending a golden era of genuinely fun pop music. Commercial rock has been tragically devoid of dick jokes and scatological humor since their departure, and the new wave of punky pop bands (aka emo aka Those Dudes) just doesn’t have the same kind of sarcastic swagger that Blink 182 possessed in such abundance. They were by no means great musicians, but if you were 13 years old in 2000 and too misanthropic for boy bands, yet still immature enough to enjoy sodomy jokes, they were pitch perfect. Let’s examine some of their finer moments.
