I've said this of 80s hardcore/metal (you know, those DRI/ SOD kind of bands that blended punk brashness with metal appeal): They were intimidating as all hell and I could never decipher whether they _meant_ to preach to dangerous urban youth (my fellow city kids in the 80s were often skinheads or those who espoused…

Defend away. In the 80s when music was consumed with bubblegummy vapidness or clueless neo-hippie peace and love aping, Dave Mustaine was showing us footage of warplanes in 'Peace Sells' and saying 'Come on, wake up, this new Woodstock era horseshit is a media construct for your consumption—deep down, you know you…

You have achieved hipster nirvana. But the choice is yours: bask in the enlightenment, or usher others toward it.

Perfect storm: Catholic school. Fourth grade teacher. Slightly offensive shirt. On the real though: seemed like this was the era of non-punk hardcore when all the bands seemed like redneck neo-nazis, amirite? All the 3-letter hardcore bands seemed to have this patina of real menace. I guess that was the appeal for…

But it's signed by Neil Diamond.

I went and saw this one at the local art house. I was #blessed to have three art houses in town, all with multiple screens. Not so #blessed to have seen this though.

Wes Anderson's 'Bottle Rocket' based on the dumbest of film critic blurbs:

Seems like they picked the best frame of the movie for that image, then decided to semi-trash the rest of the picture for mediocrity. I know damn well though I want to see it based on a frog mascot kicking someone's ass (all those mascots from Saints Row the Third get their revenge, starting NOW), and also Dude Bro…

Damn this was a good power hour and inspiring.

OK, back to Fine Time—we're at cross purposes here, but never mind that. Here's where it gets me:

I hated that interpretation too, as it was all my young mind could come up with, not the fact that he'd already shuffled off… Still the mystery of the title remains.

Fine Time because of its big appeal, in their last big push to stay relevant, or maybe their send-off or kiss-off.

I understand this is so many people's favorite, I really do. But why did every girl I ever dated think this was the greatest song? Something particularly romantic about it? I'm not the malcontent/misanthrope I'm made out to be, but their enthusiasm always put me off somehow.

meaning True Faith is bad? Admittedly maybe an overplayed radio favorite, but it had the catchy Hook rhythm, the light and airy Sumner voice, the driving 808s (don't school me here, I'm just talking 'bout practice—no idea what they were except machines) and synths… I will unabashedly say it was at times my favorite of…

That part—-why has it always slightly bugged me? The whole song, from the patriotic young man to his small family and his desire to see them again, well, yes he does see them again… it's catchy and simple yet effective (notice how it could reference anything: Suez, Vietnam, various African and Latin American…

Ah. Cultural references section has Slacker in the first paragraph. I suspect that's the most attention it got until the Wikipedia. Anyway, I'm off to the free muthaphukin weapons giveaway.

Your name is in reference to "Slacker," right? The "Shoot, howdy, shucks/ Ayuh, cycles" woman accompanying the performance artist? If not, oh well, nice trip down that alleyway anyway.

Mssr. Modell, I must have missed Love Vigilantes in there because I scrolled too fast or used the mobile version. Which position is that in?

-Kevin Smith

I'm seeing a trend here. I gotta fevuh. And the only prescription… is Michel Gondry.