TRAINED — PROFESSIONAL

This might be my favorite comment in the entire history of comments. Ever.

If George Harrison rates a 3-and-a-half
Scorsese biopic, then I expect nothing less than a 10
hour Ken Burns boxed set on Dawes.

I feel empty inside.

Can't wait for R.E.M.'s line of jangly-indie-rockin' pet supplies and fashions.

Wink Martindale gets a check every time a Barry White record is sold.

'cause football's so not an expression of repressed homosexuality, what with all the tight ends and wide receivers and whatnot.

Dawes is so awesome that they're going to play the next Super Bowl during the intermission at a Dawes concert.

You mean you can get a sandwich out of it?

Will they also carry rockin' hair extentions and weaves for pets?

Making an appearance in the background of
Tupac's sex tape: Dawes

The acceptance of any new art form is often predicated on repackaging a raw form of the art into a form palatable to the masses (see: Presley, Elvis). You certainly can't call that a steep price to pay. She paid a steep price for her business practices, not for making rap acceptable to middle America by diluting it.

Chris Carter made one good show. Everything else he's ever made, TV and movies, has sucked. He's the Super Joe Charboneau of filmed entertainment.

How about a Columbian neck tie to match?

My computer's SpellCheck changes every word I type to "Dawes."

They Might Be Dawes

No Way.  This was the little push over the cliff.  You turned the amp up to 11 on this one O'neal.

Mandela was a hero to most but he never meant shit to me.

We're all just biding our time until Silver Jews come back anyway.

Don't feel bad. Sophie Marceau is smokin' hot.