Dear Nico, Your mom usually chastises me for editing too much, so for her sake I’m just gonna write. It is spring again in the place your mom used to live. The oak bark, still soaked black, contrasts with the green-gold of the first leaves all the way up the hill on 170. Even this early a […]
[Please note: this conceit is totally ripped off from the finest minds of the Internet, Every Day Should Be Saturday. Please read them often.]
In our essay, “The Pirate George Advent Calendar: Day Six”, we described the guitar sounds of David Bowie’s “Heroes” as “Adrian Belew squonk.” The guitarist on that song was actually Robert Fripp. We regret the error.
The names of Arthur Brown’s cats were listed as Hesherpuff and Prissyfist in our lifestyles feature, “LSD:ASPCA”. Those are actually the names of the unicorns that live in Brown’s left and right ear, respectively. His cats are named Frank and Beans. We regret the error. Continue reading “Corrections”
Nobody cares about the Grammy Awards, right? Or Tonys, or Ocsars, or Peabodys even? I’m sure these sort of media awards mean something to someone. My true love is music, though, and the Grammys are usually the worst of them all in terms of artistic merit being a factor; yes, Eminiem has an Oscar, but that’s more an exception and not a rule. Not so much for the near farcical Grammys. I’ve given my own awards to some of this year’s nominees. Continue reading “Saluting The 2010 Grammy Nominees”
No one ever said you needed to know the words to sing along with your favorite band, right? Good thing. Because in these three albums I love, the singer doesn’t either. Continue reading “Now Let Me Get Ridiculous Again. . .”
This video started me thinking, so you should watch it first. Go ahead. I’ll wait. HOLY SHIT DO NOT WATCH IT AT WORK. Continue reading “The Angle of Rap’s Dangle”
I’m adding a post that I did on a more depressing website a few years ago, and I’m doing it because I saw some Facebook comments from Henry Runkles recently and thoughts of the man warm my heart. I hope he is doing wonderfully and injecting his great personality into the lives of other young adults like he did mine. Continue reading “CC: Zappa, Frank; Runkles, Henry”
Dear Heineken, Peter Cetera is bullshit, and all the world’s pussy will rot first.