I'm just familiar enough with the Chick compendium to find this song perfect to listen to while scrolling through the comments— a real palate-cleanser.

"How shitty is that?"

Either that or hired by Spotify.

Bart: "Man, those cons love Krusty. Inside every hardened criminal beats the heart of a 10-year-old boy."
Lisa: "And vice versa."

And a touch of lavender now accompanies the old popcorn/new tire smell.

Even with the handling fee?

Are you thinking of Spade Cooley instead of Milton Brown? If so, please say you didn't delete the wrong music!

It looks as if Dollar General carries Chick-o-Sticks, at least online (!). I'll be hitting the nearest store to see if they have some. And, if they have Palmer chocolate there, I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Is anyone out there familiar with Chick-o-sticks? I used to eat 'em like crazy as a kid, but hadn't so much as seen them in probably 15 years or more until running into a Missouri convenience store a few years back. They're peanut butter-flavored crunchy cigar-sized sticks, crumbly with a texture that I learned upon…

Love the Blakey solos on "Well You Needn't" and "Epistrophy"!

"Portrait of Mahalia Jackson" … absolutely gorgeous.

Considering "rude" Monk, I immediately thought of the Miles Davis recording "Bag's Groove" from 1954.  Miles didn't want Monk backing him during his solo, and apparently things got pretty contentious.  Monk's solos on the two takes are outstanding— the one on the alternate take sounds like a giant FU to Miles.  Great…

I always get a little aggravated when I listen to the earliest of his Blue Note stuff, wishing his sidemen could have been a little more up to the task.  Maybe that's unfair, because who'd be able to master his conception as it was developing?  Also, he's Monk, right— who's gonna match him with his own music?  I liked…

Can we agree, though, that fluoride is one of Satan's many, many tools?

Hell, I was enthused enough to tune in simply by its having neither McFarlane nor Simpsons provenance.  Glad I did.

That dude bakes a fine cookie.

After growing up having heard no Gabriel-era Genesis, a friend who was talking up "Foxtrot" lent me his CD a few years back.  Outstanding stuff— I still can't listen to it enough.

After growing up having heard no Gabriel-era Genesis, a friend who was talking up "Foxtrot" lent me his CD a few years back.  Outstanding stuff— I still can't listen to it enough.

Smashing it to bits at concert's end, though, just seemed redundant.

Smashing it to bits at concert's end, though, just seemed redundant.