He didn't have to adapt when the hammer was his penis!

Pretentious sources or no, it's still a fucking stupid name.

Pretentious sources or no, it's still a fucking stupid name.

Your hopes are fulfilled:

Your hopes are fulfilled:

Wait, what?  She's not Scottish?

Wait, what?  She's not Scottish?

This was shot just down the street from where I used to live, and people like this are the reason I recently moved away from the Greater Los Angeles Area.

This was shot just down the street from where I used to live, and people like this are the reason I recently moved away from the Greater Los Angeles Area.

And Cookie_Monster if you *do* get to Austin, let me know, because I'd like to buy you a cookie for being the consistently best poster on this damned place.

And Cookie_Monster if you *do* get to Austin, let me know, because I'd like to buy you a cookie for being the consistently best poster on this damned place.

I am excited to discover that Ashton Kutcher has the same facial hair pattern as me, where the cheek hair doesn't *quite* meet the chin hair.

This is reasonably close to a great song. He has a pleasingly throaty voice, and the chord progression, though somewhat obvious, has the warmth and familiarity of a cherished old sweater.

You'll get there too one day kid. Count yourself lucky if you still have the knees and lower back to rock half as fucking hard.

This sounds awful.

And now we know why Hollywood continues to churn this shit out.

Heartless Bastards have a song or two (and an interview!) in an upcoming documentary called "Just Like Being There," about the world of rock posters.

Kudos for putting 'over' & 'oeuvre' back to back.

Got to see them play last month in LA and while it definitely felt like a little bit of shaking-the-cobwebs-off, it was great to hear the new songs.  Blair was manning the merch table himself, so I said hey and he was very friendly. Seemed thrilled to be back.  Can't wait to hear this record.

Come on pilgrim. Don't get all contrarian on us. You know what I meant.