This may not have been entirely clear before. The reason I hate Har Mar Superstar is not like... I don't hate him for the reason he expects and wants people to hate him. It's not because he's a white dude doing sleazy R&B in his underwear that gets to me. It's that his gimmick wears off really, really fast, and he obviously is meant to be a joke of sorts, but takes himself very seriously.
Actually, here's a chance for me to stick up for Pitchfork. Ryan Schreiber pretty much nails it.
Har Mar Superstar: You Can Feel Me: Pitchfork Review
Also, if I'm going to come entirely clean, I did not give Har Mar Superstar the finger when he introduced the Yeah Yeah Yeahs [I was trying to keep the site relatively free of profanity for a change]. I gave him the finger and shouted "Fuck you!" loudly a few times near the front of the stage. The only thing I don't like about the Yeah Yeah Yeahs is that they hang out with Har Mar Superstar.
[With that said, I will never mention Har Mar Superstar again on the site. He's got too much press already. I don't get how people I know are fans of his. It just gets old really fast. I could listen to an Adam Sandler record many more times than this shit.]
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