Dumb Guy Deep Cuts

  I live in New York City, where people only own cars in order to complain about having cars. The absence of an automobile in my life has mainly been something I’m pretty ok with, however, I definitely miss sports talk radio. In my opinion listening to the callers on your average sports show is the quickest way to gain an understanding of the community in whatever part of the world you happen to be driving through. Don’t get me wrong, you usually come away with a very unflattering understanding, but after two years in which my fellow man has disappointed endlessly, I’m nostalgic for the kind of low stakes disappointment I felt whenever I’d tune into Mike Francesa. This problem could be solved with a $10 trip to any thrift store or by downloading any number of free radio apps, but instead I’m going to use this space to air my garbage sports takes.  Fire Joe Judge! ESPN reported yesterday that the Giants are sticking with Joe Judge and Daniel Jones at least through next seas...

          There are many 90’s musicians who are fun to impersonate. Dave Matthews’ penchant for hitting unexpected and unnecessary high notes never gets old. I still can’t tell if Steve Jenkins’ delivery is the result of a speech impediment or a heavy California accent, but either way I’m here for it. And then there’s whatever the fuck Billy Corgan is doing. But the undisputed king of the bad impression is Eddie Vedder. Despite being one of the most accomplished and talented musicians alive, and by all accounts a really great dude, no vocalist sends a crowd of dudes into low pitched incoherent wailing faster than Brother Ed. There’s really no bad song to sing in the style of Eddie Vedder, but here are the top 5: Black Black contains all the quintessential Vedder maneuvers. An initial low volume “HeeEEEEeeeeEEyyy” (a necessary vocal warmup before taking on some hardcore Vedder), a slow emotional buildup filled with just the right amount of oohs, and a dr...

 At the last Dumb Guy Deep Cuts board meeting (drunk texting each other two hours after we all should have gone to bed) we decided we'd finally get this shit show rolling in the New Year, but on deeper, dumber reflection we realized that this week is prime Dumb Guy time. Let's be real, if you're not already off from work, you're phoning it in so hard you might as well be. You're also likely bloated and hungover, and it really makes no sense to do anything about that since you'll be doing it all over again next weekend for New Years. So what better time to argue about which 90's bands incorporated the best guttural screeches into their music. We hope you enjoy. 

 Welcome to Dumb Guy Deep Cuts. This idea was conceived during an extended period of day drinking over the summer and in true dumb guy fashion, went absolutely nowhere until just now. We have some strong opinions on the artistic merit of Scott Stapp's discography, the best beers to crush in any situation, and a whole bunch of other crap you shouldn't car about, but probably do. Stay tuned!