I don't know if I can ever unsee him as Calvin Candie from Django. That one role…those teeth,,,the disgust it inspired, just ugh. He spent the last decade trying to not be Jack from Titanic, but Candie finally put the nail in that coffin, at least for me.

Interviewee: I really can't stand Dawes' song…
AVC: Get out of here right now before I get a restraining order.

Alpha Dog. When I saw that, I realized that Justin Timberlake wasn't just some frothy pop act (who did the lame white boy beatbox way too much) anymore, and begrudgingly began to respect him.
I watched Friends with Benefits yesterday, and actually liked it, and romcoms are really low on my list of things I enjoy.

I finally binge watched the entire season with my husband last fall. After about the fourth episode, he looked at me and said that I was Lindsay Weir. He was right, that was exactly me when I was in high school. The only difference is that my stoner friends listened to grunge instead of Rush.

"Car Song" is definitely sexy, I think that's why it's so memorable.

She isn't aging. She's still every bit as stunning today as she was in 1996. She's still my girl crush.

Maybe I'm not remembering this accurately, but "Car Song" got more play than "Stutter" in Baltimore/DC, as it should have been since it is the superior song. I still pull this out from time to time and listen to it front to back. Love Elastica.

I always thought that "Stitches" had a stripperish sound to it. Embarrassed to say I bought their first album for that song. I hated, hated, hated the "Blue Monday" cover, but something about "Stitches" got to me. I still kind of love that song.

Gavin Rossdale was the music industry's answer to Jordan Catalano. If you were a teenage girl in 95/96, chances were that you were drooling over the Gavin-packed "Glycerine" video.

I demand a Jessica Lange dream sequence in which she sings Redbone's "The Witch Queen of New Orleans".

That sounds like a Depeche Mode song title.

I'm quite fond of the of Montreal ode to the BRAT diet on Gabba's segment Super Music Friends show in which they tell their preschool audience "c'mon lets do it again one more time/like hit it and quit it/like 1, 2, 3, 4". And then there's Sarah Silverman and Andy Samberg doing dancey-dances.
Tim Curry had much earlier…

That has to be the best gag gift ever. I actually paid a decent amount for a VHS copy of the thing in the mid-90s. As a teenager, I ate up bad kitchsy stuff like this.

Am I alone in my strange love of Folk Implosion?

Richard Marx and his mullet would approve.

"Don't Go Away" is the only post-Morning Glory Oasis single that has stuck with me, catchy bugger. But, yeah, definitely got diminishing returns from Oasis after 1995.

I really, really miss HFS. They resurrected it last year (or in late 2011, I can't remember) after its spectacular failure in the early '00s (shitty late 90's rap-rock and letting the Sports Junkies do the morning show destroyed a once awesome radio station) but it just isn't the same.

Occupation Fool was in constant secret rotation for this latchkey kid while watching carefully for when my parents got home so I could quickly pull it off the turntable.
I'm really into Redbone, Three Dog Night, and The Doors as a result of my father. When I was 12 and showed an interest in the Doors, my dad went all…

Where the Sidewalk Ends is full of macabre stuff. I've been reading it to my four year old lately, and between suffocating in garbage and picking your nose and losing a finger, its no wonder I turned out the way I did.

I would sing Elton John's Tiny Dancer to my oldest a lot when she was very small. She was a colicky baby, and it really worked to soothe her. Luna, from Siamese Dream was the song I'd sing to my youngest, though she was far less fussy. Strange lullabies, but better than Rockabye baby ad nauseum.