I really don’t like BuzzFeed. I fear that their insistence on the importance of listicles and clickbaiting has a negative impact on the overall intelligence of humanity. BuzzFeed generates content that is predictable and does not even attempt to challenge its readers. BuzzFeed is formulaic and reductive and misrepresents the English language in a way that I find disturbing and worrisome. I wanted to prove this some how. I think I might have figured out how. Continue reading
Around 12:30pm, I left West Chester, Pennsylvania with Alex, Laura, and Sheldon en route to Bonnaroo. I was planning on driving down alone, but a friend of mine just threw up the Bat Signal looking for a ride, and after a few exchanged phone calls and one pre-Roo meeting, we had a full car riding south. Part of the beauty of not making specific plans is that when the universe throws a curveball you can take a home run swing at it. Continue reading
Oh hello there!
It’s me, Festival Tyler. You may remember me from our time together at Governor’s Ball last summer. Or maybe you played along with #CoachellaBingo2014 two months ago. Well, I had so much fun that last go around that I’m reaching back into the bag of gimmicks.
Welcome to #BonnarooBingo2014.
In case you missed it, here’s a basic breakdown of what happens:
- Think of a 100 things that one could potentially encounter at a music festival. This includes bands that are playing, people-watching scenarios, and personal experiences.
- Divide list of 100 into four lists of 25.
- Give the lists of 25 to my artistically talented friends.
- Ask those friends to turn those lists into Bingo cards, with the only rule being that each night’s headliner gets the center square.
- Get as many Bonnaroo Bingo’s as possible.
I am currently sitting outside on campus of Philadelphia University, waiting for the Quarterfinals of The Basketball Tournament to begin. There is $500,000 dollars on the line, and after sending a few emails, I was awarded press passes in order to cover the event. Because more of my sports content is located at Tuesdays with Horry, I decided that it would be best to cover the tournament there, as it is a bit off brand for ShittyBanter. Continue reading
Two days ago, this New York Times piece put into words many of the insecurities and narcissistic leanings towards spouting bullshit that I experience on a daily basis.
We live in an era of media overstimulation, especially those of us that consider ourselves avid curators of popular culture. Because we do not have the time to consume every book, every film, every hour of Mad Men, we follow and like people that we trust and riff off of their opinions in everyday conversation. Continue reading
[If you missed my Coachella Preview, Day 1 of #CoachellaBingo2014, or Day 2 of #CoachellaBingo2014, feel free to click links accordingly. Also, if you are curious as to why it took me so long to keep writing about Coachella, I do my best to explain it here.]
Pain. Joy. Exhaustion.
Pain. Joy. Exhaustion. Bingo. Continue reading
[If you missed my Coachella Preview or Day 1 of #CoachellaBingo2014, feel free to click links accordingly. Also, if you are curious as to why it took me so long to keep writing about Coachella, I do my best to explain it here.]
Day Two of Coachella, and with it Day Two of #CoachellaBingo2014
The card, as designed by Amanda Lee Watkins:
I wake up at 9am with no voice and an oddly, almost alarming, low amount of control over my body. None of my muscles seem to work, and I spend an hour sitting in the shade mentally preparing myself for the continuous movement that the day would bring.
Also, it is hot as balls. Continue reading
I haven’t posted here in three weeks and part of me is dying because of it. Continue reading
[If you missed my Coachella Preview piece, feel free to catch up here]
Friday, April 18th, 2014.
Our first day of Coachella, and also exciting, the first day of #CoachellaBingo2014. Continue reading
Last Thursday I got on a plane with my mother and my friend Ray Sheerin, bound for LAX. My Moms would meet up with my Pops in Palm Springs, and Ray and I would carry on to Coachella Weekend 2, a reality that still seemed far off in my mind even though it was mere hours away. Continue reading