Biopics can go either way for each viewer, I usually hate them, but I thought 24 Hr Party People was dandy:

ACKT-ually...The Faces and The Small Faces are as different as their front men—Rod Stewart (wanker) and Steve Mariott (true rocker, went up in flames...literally, unfortunately).

What's in this clip, at least, is obviously not footage from the film. It's Jerry Lewis hamming around while they get set up for a shot, not a scene from the film. It obviously doesn't matter that this post is deliberately misleading in this regard; still, there it is in my craw, stuck.

OK, dammit, one more, but this is the last one, I swear. Here's a track from a sweet album from two Canadians. Lenny Breau is the famous one, a legendary jazz guitarist and murder victim.

One more before I catch up on others' posts. I had to google Paul Bley to double check, but everybody knows this guy's a Canuck.

The always wildly impeccable Paul Bley.

It's irresistible. I've never had such an overpowering urge to tell someone that I'm fine.

RIP, Karen Black. A great one, I'd say.

Fripp is one of my two or three favorite guitarists (my instrument). He's so goddamned disciplined. Hero.

I guess I'm the only one in the world, I must be such a weirdo, but sometimes, like real often, I deliberately let both onions and garlic burn a little bit, or at least brown up pretty good, and then throw them into whatever I'm making. Tastes good, even if it makes me a sinner. My wife likes it, too. I don't do it…

You won't be getting a smoke ring in an oven.

That's right, and well said. "Robot" doesn't mean "fake."

I think some people say "boil ribs" but mean "braise ribs." I'm not sure.

If you go watch Alton Brown's episode on ribs, he doesn't tear the membrane off his baby backs, or mention it at all. Now the other AB says "Leave it on if you like, we all die in the end, and nothing matters anyway."

That is the world's greatest gif in the world. I'm in love with it. It's like the internet was created so that I could see this gif. I'm going to share it with both of my friends.

Probably so, but at least while he was facing his end, he had a pair of balls.

[I really did check to see if it had posted, I thought carefully, before I hit it a second time. No really, coach, I...aw fuck. Move over, Bobby, let me sit down on the bench here.]

OK, here you go. If you happen to be one who isn't a jazz fan but is open to hearing some, here are some good albums.

Of course, the big flame-out of the family was "Four" Howard Wrection.