[Photo by Steve Gullick]

self-titled has avoided boring the shit out of artists since the second we started this daily site/digital magazine. Like the plague, really. One of the earliest ‘brilliant ideas’ we stumbled upon in our search for non-profile pieces was a simple but scintillating return to the Mad Libs pads of our stunted adolescence.

Meant as a way to not worry about anything but mindless queries like “lucky number” or an “adjective starting with C,” self-titled’s recurring Mad Libs page first ensnared No Age at this year’s South by Southwest festival. Our current issue caught two major artists in the act of filling out our “Chris Martin Licks the Wrapper” manifesto: Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips, who’s in our actual issue, and Bloc Party, who offer an alternate take in the sheet below …

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Jay Reatard @ self-titled’s unofficial CMJ party

[Photo by Shawn Brackbill]

Wondering where the hell we’ve been for the past week? Well, we weren’t exactly planning our Halloween costumes (s/t’s editor actually threw this getup together—ouch!—on Saturday afternoon) or recovering from a rather boring CMJ. We’ve been busy finishing self-titled’s second interactive, digital-only issue, which is now online and tempting your cursor with the following:
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