Nah, my car stereo's average so that's not a concern. So it's either have doubles of every file in my library, or make the copies every time I want to transfer something, both of which are just inconvenient. And if I wanted that, I'd be listening to vinyl.

Random and p4, points well taken. I guess it seems to me Apple is still being somewhat dickish, despite dropping the DRM, but not offering an mp3 option. I can drop everything I own on a flash drive to plug in my car stereo, except for my iTunes store tracks. I know I could convert them, but I don't want the…

Not to knock vinyl, and more power to you on that, but people do listen to digital files on stereo systems, deluxe computer speakers (or music workstation monitors like myself,) and good headphones on portables.

And as far as Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, can someone tell me how Shane Black's ironic detachment is supposed to redeem something as stupid as having Robert Downey Jr.'s love interest supposed to have been a grade school best friend, when she is clearly at least 15 years younger than him? Is that part of his trenchant…

I'm no expert on Doug Benson, and Super High Me sucked, but his super condensed movie reviews are usually brilliant and right on the money. The guy who wrote the first Harry Potter "2 Hours and 40 minutes of the most boring fun imaginable," along with countless equally quotable brief missives has some serious wit on…

As Doug Benson said, "Hey Adaptation fans, keep telling yourself the ending sucks on purpose."

I think Seconds could be updated well. But that probably won't happen. At all.

Yeah, well that's just, like, your opinion man.

Kids love it. But I don't. Love the show though.

Elvis is right on the money. Two absolute winners I haven't seen commented on elsewhere also include Sixteen Going On Seventeen and The Lonely Goat Heard (R&H can't be blamed for that Gwen Stefani sampling abomination.)

Alone Again, Naturally
Any pop song that can hit the Top 40 amidst sunny love songs that details depression with a threatened suicide, recounting of a mother's death, and ultimately questions the goodness or even existence of god IS AWESOME. You sir, are misinformed.

Finally, Tim Burton sinks his claws into a property I couldn't care less if/when he fucks it up. Johnny Depp needs to cut the fucking cord with that guy.

Oh, and Rascal Flatts…you just named the my most dreaded act on country radio. Just so wrong in so, so many ways.

That confirms my impression that there are still lots of good artists there, and good music played there, outside the boundaries of the machine. I've gone out and heard some mighty fine music on visits there. Places like the Station Inn, etc. And I would still consider moving there to try mixing with the East…

Funny, I thought this looked really bad. I don't care for the character design much. But maybe.

Thanks orth. I'm a part-time song & jingle writer, and I considered diving into Nashvegas' stagnant trench waters myself. I listened to country radio for about a year and a half, learning to stifle my mental gag reflex (an interesting ego exercise,) then wrote and demo'd some stuff I considered to be on par with the…

Gents, gents, there's no big mystery as to why Taylor Swift is popular. Yes, looks, nice, image, etc. etc. She built her career on COUNTRY MUSIC RADIO. Do you know how retarded the songs and acts are on these stations? Yeah, next to Kenny Chesney, every cute college girl who ever sang in a bar is a great…

Yeah, I don't have a lot of sympathy for any chick that dates a douche smarmy enough to write Your Body Is A Wonderland. But I wouldn't mind an answer song called Your Brain is a Landfill.

I want to know what's up with the writing of the final joke in this piece. She's playing the role of "insert whatever the fuck you want here and we'll all think it's clever," is she?

Huey didn't play on My Aim Is True, but he was in that British pub rock mix somewhere; he produced Nick Lowe's version of I Knew The Bride. Note the single canned hand-clap with big echo, which Huey used to also punctuate The Heart of Rock 'n' Roll.