This is Spinal Tap is not only the greatest music documentary of all time, it may be the greatest documentary of all time.
This is Spinal Tap is not only the greatest music documentary of all time, it may be the greatest documentary of all time.
Just stay away from the alternate spelling, as "Bonathon" sounds kind of dirty.
@Chico_McDirk:disqus Y'know, you're right.
I really wish you'd been there to set those mid-'80s teenage vandals straight.
Why not Bonathan?
I don't know, as cancer deaths go, I'd prefer that over the years-long, agonizing decline.
I only vaguely remember it as it came out around the time I renounced grunge for the radical sounds of Epitaph/Fat Wreck Chords-style punk, but that song linked up there is really good.
All of Lanegan's solo work has been great, including last year's "Blues Funeral" (not to mention his work with Isobel Campbell, or with Greg Dulli as the Gutter Twins. I guess what I'm saying is if Mark Lanegan's name is on it you should buy it).
I watched it all the time too…. but I lived in a one-TV household and my parents controlled the remote. I've also seen every episode of Murder, She Wrote mulitple times.
When I was in 5th grade our school's "adventure playground" was bombed with graffiti one weekend – we came back to school on Monday and every single inch of it was covered in crude drawings, random exclamations of profanity and filthy jokes.
In the week or so it took for the school board to get it covered up we spent…
I was especially sad to hear about Neko Case.
That's a size 3 face on a size 5 head!
I'd probably watch if they started airing McMillan and Wife again.
I think if the real Bellona came back to post that all would have been forgiven and we would have welcomed her with open arms.
There once was a lady named Sue
Who filled her pussy with glue
She said with a grin
If they'll pay to get in
They'll pay to get out of it too
I think I've mentioned this before, but it was an interview with Angus in the mid-'90s that converted me from someone who enjoyed AC/DC if one of their songs came on the radio, particularly if I was somewhat drunk (AKA a human being) to an actual fan.
Canada's PBR!
Not gonna lie, if I saw it on the shelf of my local liquor store I'd buy a few cans.
It becomes a virtual can of TNT.
I like the wording of "pooping into random cabins".
I imagine he's opening the door just wide enough and hanging his butt over the threshold and quietly dropping one off before skulking away.
Yeah, there's an alterations place right around the corner from my house but I'm super-cheap so I've been putting off taking them there (I'm also super-lazy, so I keep passing over these shirts in the closet and going "maybe tonight I'll do something about that shirt" and then just wearing something else and…