Manchester Orchestra - Wolves at Night

Hop Along - Horseshoe Crabs

Garth Brooks - Friends in Low Places

Rilo Kiley - Silver Lining

Franz Ferdinand - Walk Away

Supertramp - The Logical Song

Nu Shooz - I Can't Wait

Bill Withers - Use Me

Orange Juice - Rip It Up

In the "this was a number one hit?" category:

Spacehog - In the Meantime

GOOOOORN!

I always knew who Rilo Kiley was, but their music didn't fit what I was into during the years they were active. This year was the first time I started really diving into their catalog, and I don't regret that decision one bit.

Home-schooled child of actors, a prolific catalog of mostly self-released recordings, previously adopting the apparently unironic stage nine of "Ingrid Superstar," a sense of style that I would describe as "twee as fuck," but I fear that may be too generous…

My listening tastes are skewed heavily toward the category of "folk-tinged female indie rock vocalists based along the Acela corridor," so Frankie Cosmos always shows up in my recommendations on various music streaming services.

Or a telestrator drawing of a blocking scheme that ends up looking like a dick and balls.

Not to nitpick, but Emmitt Smith never played in a Super Bowl that John Madden announced. (XXVII, XXVIII, and XXX were all broadcast by NBC.)

Can't be Madden. Not enough fawning over Brett Favre.

It's a catch-22 for them. Their scale of their breweries' operations requires a wide release for even a craft-style beer, but the target customer won't give it a chance, and even resent them for trying to step on the turf of the little guys.

From a corporate perspective, you don't want to be in the shoes of someone like the CEO of New Balance: one day you make a pro-Trump remark in the context of TPP (which every single candidate who threw their hat in the ring this election was against in one way or the other), and the next neo-Nazis are praising you as…