In the summer of 2007, my band played at Southgate House in Newport, Kentucky. The five or so people who came to see us spent most of the show huddled in a corner pointing and giggling. After we finished our set, they approached:
 
“Are you Matt LeMay?”
 
“Uh, yes, yes I am.”

“Yeah.”  More giggling.  “Heh.  You suck.”

So, here is Robert Pollard, during a GBV show at Southgate House in March of 2000, announcing his crusade to end my career. Apparently, it made an impression.

The funny thing is that, in March of 2000, any discussion of my “career” was usually prefaced by the words “high school” or “future.”  My review of the Hold on Hope EP — which remains one of the dumbest, meanest and unfunniest things I’ve ever written — was my 4rd or 5th for Pitchfork, and my first time reviewing what I considered a “big” release.   I was young, insecure, defensive, and eager to prove that I was a “real” writer.  So, rather than disclosing my substantial emotional investment in Guided by Voices and expressing my disappointment, I resorted to self-serving and willfully ignorant posturing.

Nowadays, that’s called “the internet.”