cannonfunk

We all need to be more inclusive and accepting of fucking Nazis. Yeah, good call.

Private businesses make decisions that affect their business based on individuals public actions. Isn't that the invisible hand conservatives have been going on about for generations? 

A rally that led to the seditious act of people storming the Capitol wanting to hang the VP, trash and damage offices, steal congressional mail and artifacts, and where 5 people ended up dying. 

I was one of the naysayers.
I listened to the full album last night, and I must admit it's a legitimate return-to-form for the Lips. Very solid work, albeit a bit depressing. Glad to see they're focusing on songwriting again, as opposed to the directionless experimentation of the past decade. 

Jerry Falwell Jr has entered the chat.

This sounds like a goth Mumford & Sons song. 

This sounds like a goth Mumford & Sons song. 

This sounds like a goth Mumford & Sons song. 

This sounds like a goth Mumford & Sons song. 

It will give all those pit security guards in the 90's flashbacks.

That is exactly how I felt about him 10 years ago.

OMG. This is fucking hilarious. I'm kind of sad that I missed all the drama. 
 
Signed, 
King Cannonfunk

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

Wild.  I feel like I've made some nice sales over the years... but never within a week's time, and certainly not at that large of a profit.  Thanks for sharing.
 
Not everything has to be a competition on the internet.  Consider framing your posts in a different light sometime.  Cannonfunk shared a cool story that he started with a playful statement.  His response begins and ends with a smiling emoticon.  He's not beating his chest or trying to flex on all of us.  Starting a reply with "No, you don't." comes off as unnecessarily abrasive.  [vs. "Think I may have you beat, actually..." or "Not shabby at all.  But I can give you a run for your money..."]
 
Between this and you taking actual offense to the phrase "come at me" – used in jest, and aimed at no one in particular – I feel like you're maybe just bad at interpreting dialogue on the internet.  Not every discussion has to be a pissing match.  Not everyone is out to get you.  I'm not sure if you just enjoy rolling up your sleeves and pretending to be a tough guy online, or if your true demeanor is equally toxic when you step away from the keyboard... but it's bad news either way.  This part of my post was made to illustrate how others may perceive you as a dick – I don't expect you to actually take any of it to heart.  You are more than welcome to do your usual laugh-react, reply with something snide, and stew over it for the remainder of the day.  You've proven to be nothing if not a creature of habit and I don't expect that'd deviate from your tried-and-true rebuttals.
 
But I'm just saying that it was a cool experience that Cannonfunk shared.  I'm glad he posted it.  This thread isn't the Mortal Kombat tournament of flippers or profitable sales.  Instead of calling you a dick and triggering you to rage all afternoon, I'm explaining how and why you come across the way you do on the boards.
 
And as an aside, I would personally be impressed if you could net $1,460 from your stash of donated CDs.  Hardly calling it impossible.  Just stating that I'd be taken aback if you edged out the kind of profit that Cannonfunk scored.  I don't know if anyone in this thread will come close to that, realistically.  But as a reminder: there is no need to take it as a competitive challenge.  There's no way you'll EVER sell anything for the kind of profit that King Cannonfunk has set lol how's it feel to be a LOSER just roll over and take it you clearly know dick about landing a sale online lmao FLAWLESS VICTORY up in this thread haha get fucked you rookie-ass flipper.

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

I got you all beat
 
A couple years ago I was browsing OfferUp, when I came across a seller who was asking absolutely insane prices for her vintage 7” singles (ie - she wanted $50 for common 45’s that aren’t even worth $1). I assumed it would be a waste of time looking through her ads, but as I’ve come to learn over the past 15 years,  if someone has no idea what they’re selling, they may actually underprice an item out of sheer ignorance.
 
A few minutes into browsing her sales, I ran across an odd looking Lynyrd Skynyrd 7”, which had the band name misspelled as “Lynard Skynard.” She was asking $40 for it. Out of curiosity, I decided to look it up on Discogs. It had sold once in 2015 for $12, but only 7 people had it... and 210 people wanted it. That’s when my spidey senses started tingling!
 
After doing some research, it turns out that “Lynard Skynard” was the original band name... when the group was still in high school! The 7” in question was their first recorded demo. Only a few hundred were made, and they were passed out to friends and family, and sold at their earliest hometown shows.
 
I decided to buy it immediately, sight unseen. Trying to contain my excitement without tipping off the seller of its value, I pleaded with her to make sure that it was well protected during shipping, and sent in a sturdy box. She agreed, and the wait began.
 
About 2 weeks later, I was at work when I received a notification that it had been delivered. The moment the boss yelled “Lunch Break,” I jumped into my car and sped home. Opening the mailbox, my heart absolutely sunk: She sent it in a padded envelope, with no stiffeners.  “No fucking way this thing survived,” I thought, as I pulled it out. However, it still felt solid. I opened it up, and... the vinyl was in nearly perfect condition. No scratches, glossy sheen, and almost new in appearance. 

Within a week, I sold it for $1,500. And yes, that’s the actual sold listing.
 
Not a bad $40 investment, huh?

A bunch of new titles were added at ~70% off. Stuff you'd expect would get scooped up quickly at those prices -- Rush, Gza, Stones, etc. Two days later, and pretty much all of it cancelled across the board. For folks who use PayPal, they're finding DD didn't refund the full amount. I, for example, was shorted around $50. Amounts vary. This isn't the first time I (and others) have had issues with DD not refunding correctly -- I've had to spend weeks before getting back $11, $8 and so on for different cancellations -- and I've had many instances where they refund all but a penny. I don't even bother with those.
You can strike it up to incompetence and accounting errors all you want, but I find folks' indifference to this fairly baffling. I mean, companies get into deep shit with the FTC over stuff like this, but because "they handle half the world's vinyl distribution" we should just shrug our shoulders and take whatever they give us? Despite what some people might think, our commercial markets largely police themselves.  This laissez-faire attitude towards clearly egregious retail practices is what allows companies like Deep Discount to keep abusing their customers.
I mean, just think about the shit storm that would brew if this were happening at Amazon. lmao

I didn't say Embryonic was bad. I said it was the tipping point. 
 
Here's their new one from this album...
 
 
 
Dude, this is objectively bad. The band sounds like they aren't even trying, and Wayne's auto-tuned, half-baked musings about religion and love are uninspired and Lennon-lite. Personal feelings about Wayne aside, it doesn't even hold a candle to some of their best work, and Drozd shares responsibility as the main composer of the music.
 
The Lips provided me with some great musical insight and amazing times at their shows, and I wish them the best... but I just can't do it anymore.  

Been a huge Lips fan since '93.  
 
Embryonic was the moment they collapsed as a band, and chose to become a caricature of themselves. Wayne cheated on his partner of 20+ years with a 19 year old groupie, got her pregnant, started doing drugs again (at 50 years old), fired the drummer,  and gave up on the songwriting that made them famous. We'd have a shit ton of amazing Lips songs right now had he not gone through a debilitating and ultra-cringey midlife crisis. 
 
"Look at how weird we are" works when you have the tunes to back it up. When you don't... it's just... embarrassing. 
 

Been a huge Lips fan since '93.  
 
Embryonic was the moment they collapsed as a band, and chose to become a caricature of themselves. Wayne cheated on his partner of 20+ years with a 19 year old groupie, got her pregnant, started doing drugs again (at 50 years old), fired the drummer,  and gave up on the songwriting that made them famous. We'd have a shit ton of amazing Lips songs right now had he not gone through a debilitating and ultra-cringey midlife crisis. 
 
"Look at how weird we are" works when you have the tunes to back it up. When you don't... it's just... embarrassing.