"Hello Moncton, New Brunswick! Are you ready to ROCK!"

I've always wanted to do that.

This time Uncle Ben will be killed after he's beaten by gang of rogue mimes, eaten by mutant alligators, and run over by a drunk zamboni driver…all in the first 45 minutes of the film.

capitalism, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia

Jarvis Cocker rushed a Michael Jackson performance at The Brit Awards. I don't think most people in the US even knew that happened at the time as the Brit Awards aren't really well known(and Jarvis Cocker and Pulp weren't even that well known in the States outside of Britpop fans).

See Kanye, at least the Grammys got something right!

Hell, at least Iggy Azalea didn't win anything…wait, did she?

Spike Lee just tweeted Charles Manson and Paul Stookey's addresses.

Beck must be really questioning his street cred at this point… He better watch out if he gets invited to the Source Awards.

"As I looked into the fiery darkness of the volcano's hot magma as Stiegler did, I saw not beauty and hope but simply chaos and man's inability to grasp his own fate."

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this.

Superfly Jimmy Snukas.

I think The Doors are one of those bands that sort of secured an eternal fanbase of angsty teenagers after Jim Morrison died young—yet probably a lot of people hate them for that same reason. Nirvana (and some other bands with singers who died too young) has the same kind of rep in some ways—though it's unfair to…

"Yes, Frankenstein, fire is bad, what do you think the fire represents to you personally?"

"First though, let's talk about white ghost privilege and what it means to have an invisible knapsack.

Yeah…I saw the Chevy Chase roast.

Currently the sexiest films at my local IMAX are James Cameron's Deepsea Challenge 3D and Flight of the Butterflies, so this will be quite a change…

Crystal Ballroom in Portland is charging $49.50 for advance tickets and $55 for day of show so looks like we're just as expensive. I can't remember ever paying more than $25 to $30 at the most for tickets at the Crystal in the recent past though…

I had an attractive French teacher in her late-twenties in high school in the mid-90s who was sort of known as the town floozy, and one morning she came into class giddily singing that Letters to Cleo song and we all knew she got laid… I'll always associate that song with her.

Yeah, there were some good bands that sort of got lumped into that era of one-hit alternative wonders. Some bands might have been better off if they had success in the early 2000s after musical tastes were more segmented.