I'm fascinated by her, if for no other reason, than she is human chameleon. Depending on how she's lit and made up, she can range from vaguely ethnic Midwestern sorority girl to crazy hot Chinese woman. Seriously, I've never seen anyone who can look so different from photo to photo.

Hey, thanks for that.

^^^ Exactly. I wouldn't characterize them as new wave, but they're definitely power pop in the Dwight Twilley/Rockpile/Dave Edmunds/Nick Lowe countrified rave-up kind of way. Not at all like the later introspective Americana.

The ball… of heroin? On the studio floor? As he nods? They got that?

Where's Kahn?
Stickin'.
Stickin'?
Stickin'.

Imagine putting Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Roy Orbison, and some other guy in a room and what they created was just awful.

I can believe it. You have to think back to how lame and generic the rock scene in the mid to late '90s was. Dave Matthews? Hootie? Heroin-zombie Jerry Dead? 311? Nu Metal? DIRE.

He always struck me as the guy who'd come off a world tour, hop out of a private jet into a '96 Chevy Cavalier, drive to a 7-11, pick up a case of Natural Light and carton of Marlboro Lights, drive to a nondescript three-bedroom house in a working-class suburb, flop on the couch, turn on a Jacksonville Jaguars game,…

It's all right if you… d'oh!

Wow, JMMMMMMMM: For all your Lush trivia needs™. That's some really specific info. Thanks! And yes, it would appear that Mr. Keidis did in fact strike out.

My love is the skin of my flute. My love is your pussy juice. You?

I think even Neil Peart knew that—he worked with a Freddie Gruber to completely reinvent the way he plays, even going back to the old jazz grip style on the sticks.

Yeah, that's a good one. Driving from anywhere to Belle Glade is another nightmare. I remember the turnpike in the 55 mph days heading north. The minute you passed Palm Beach, you knew you had nothing to look forward to but hours and hours and hours of grass, saw palmetto, and pines. I'd almost cry tears of joy when…

Was able to meld cartoon fantasy into engineering reality, which was no easy feat. And was, by all accounts, a great guy. Sorry to see him go.

This is like a road trip from Orlando to Jacksonville—long, tedious, and (most people other than ryan1 would probably agree that) there's nothing interesting about where you came from or where you're going.

Ever watch an episode of television where you just sit there slack jawed, slowly shaking your head until you finally just lay your head in your hands and exhale in utter disgust? Me neither—until this.

That song is about KEIDIS? They actually hooked up at one point? (Earth collapses into black hole.)

Yeah, I never got that in the '80s, when the country was economically and politically fucked, everyone was like, party! Then in the '90s, when things almost literally couldn't have been better, everyone's shooting up and whining about everything.

^^^ That's it. I haven't listened to much Korn, but the songs I heard I was like, so is the song going to actually, you know, start, or are they just going to keep slapping the strings for 5 minutes? Can someone at least form a chord, or… christ.

And Teenage Fanclub and De La Soul! Which was… not that good, actually. Really mediocre, in fact.