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In a nutshell, my wife likes British singers whose voices flatten out into an "American" accent when they sing. I don't get it, but I think a lot of people feel that way.

All creepy kidding aside (mostly), using my uncanny perception of the obvious along with the ability to put two and two together, I checked out easytoplease's fan site, and it's very impressive in its minimalist design and lack of fawning fan effusiveness. So, good job on the refreshingly elegant layout and useful

I'm not an academic anymore, if I ever was one. I was in college, single, idealistic, and pursuing studies in a unique field (the standardization of the Romani language had just gotten underway at the time), and I was full of romantic notions about working to help ethnic minorities in Transylvania. My own

"Where the rent won't kill you, but eventual old age will!"

It's sexy to watch someone attractive and talented do what they're really, really good at, but … drumming, with the bouncing and hair flying and such … Yeah, pretty hot.

I like her overbite.

How do you know she didn't have a second vagina on her abdomen? You know, like James Woods in "Videodrome."

Easytoplease, everything about you appeals to whatever sentimental/predatory inclinations I have. I mean that as a compliment/warning.

Smart = British
And "British" = frequent use of the word *shall.*

Damn, I love Janet Weiss. There's no way to say this without sounding patronizingly lewd, but watching her drum is sexy as hell. I wish I could have seen Sleater-Kinney live, but I'll settle for seeing her with Stephen Malkmus or something.

Bill Miller is one of the best singer-songwriter-guitarists around, without the Native American qualifier. I've never seen him live, but thanks for reminding me of him.

I thought that was an adorable story. Because you're a girl. If you were a dude, your card would be confetti drifting to the ground between your feet.

Love the Ark — go there all the time, I've seen some of my most and least favorite concerts there. This past summer, as a spontaneous something-to-do, we went there to see Mayra Andrade, a French-Portuguese singer my wife and the friends with us had never heard of. She's only just begun building an audience in

He's able to get more sound out of a single acoustic guitar than some full bands I've heard. I've seen him solo a few times (so far, his electric band tours have never squared with my schedule, alas), and his 1000 Years of Popular Music show was one of the best concerts I've attended. My wife even loved it, although

The Clash with Graham Parker opening *sounds* awesome, at least. Too bad the music didn't sound that way.

My wife got me tickets to see Pere Ubu for my birthday not long after we'd first met. I didn't own a single album of theirs, and she's not even a fan of that kind of music, so I still don't know what prompted her to get tickets, but it was awesome.

Hungarian Holocaust Folk — Woo-hoo!
I love all kinds of music and have attended a correspondingly broad range of live performances. The most memorable have usually had a lot to do with the people I saw the concerts with, but there have been some cool surprises (during an outdoor Garbage concert, completely out of the

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This just in: David Byrne is an cross-dressing autistic vampire, with a baby penis and a psychic firewall, who has committed Brazilian voodoo child-murder.

Compare Pasolini's "Teorema" with Miike's "Visitor Q." With a couple small exceptions, I found none of the offensiveness in Miike's movie to be gleeful in its transgressiveness, and its satire comes across as adolescent compared to Pasolini's. To continue this example, you could also compare the novel "The