It's not like there's an intimidating catalogue. I started with Sweetheart of the Rodeo, but it could have just as easily been Gilded Palace of Sin, GP or the International Submarine Band. But by my count, there are more than five:
It's not like there's an intimidating catalogue. I started with Sweetheart of the Rodeo, but it could have just as easily been Gilded Palace of Sin, GP or the International Submarine Band. But by my count, there are more than five:
Blue Eyes alone makes the ISB album worthwhile.
Blue Eyes alone makes the ISB album worthwhile.
Or Alex Trebek, that turncoat.
Or Alex Trebek, that turncoat.
Jojen is a buzzkill.
Jojen is a buzzkill.
Huh, not that far off, actually. Except replace fruit flies with long descriptions of what the character is wearing.
Huh, not that far off, actually. Except replace fruit flies with long descriptions of what the character is wearing.
I find these arbitrary rules annoying. "Five great albums" is an artificial construct that poorly attempts to quantify the subjective.
I find these arbitrary rules annoying. "Five great albums" is an artificial construct that poorly attempts to quantify the subjective.
Mmmm, BBW porn mags….
Mmmm, BBW porn mags….
Might as well call The National dad rock, too. That's fine with me. I've grown up along with these bands, am raising my own family, and relate to these songs. Ain't no shame in that. I still listen to rock songs about drinking and fucking; it's just nice to hear lyrics that are about more than that.
Might as well call The National dad rock, too. That's fine with me. I've grown up along with these bands, am raising my own family, and relate to these songs. Ain't no shame in that. I still listen to rock songs about drinking and fucking; it's just nice to hear lyrics that are about more than that.
I got something to say. I sucked your daddy today.
I got something to say. I sucked your daddy today.
Dokken? Hey, that would have been a HUGE gig circa mid-1980s. Fortunately, it still is circa mid-1980s in many small towns.
Dokken? Hey, that would have been a HUGE gig circa mid-1980s. Fortunately, it still is circa mid-1980s in many small towns.
Apple juice. Apple juice flood.