There's an alternate take of "If You See Her Say Hello" that's pretty much the musical equivalent of someone tearing your heart out of your chest, showing it to you, and drop-kicking it into a nearby trashcan. Not even sure what it is that's different, just these incredibly subtle quirks of Dylan's delivery that…

Maybe replacing Billy Crystal? (Not that there's anything wrong with his particular performance, but the sudden recollection of "oh yeah, Billy Crystal's in this isn't he" does distract me a tad.)

We come from a more dignified time, you and I. 

You know what? Live theater had a good, 3,000-year run. But I think it's just time to shut it down at this point. We, as a society, clearly can't handle it anymore.

That's one theory, yes.

I have no idea why I liked this show so much. I don’t enjoy anything else that remotely resembles it on TV or in film. I found its small-town fetishism and dismissive classism quite troubling in many ways. I hate screenwriting that’s too quippy for its own good. I hate the constipated East Coast WASPiness that this…

It won't…or at least it shouldn't. He just seems like a very driven, yet often callous, quasi-genius. Whereas Phife is immensely sweet and likable, yet emotionally delicate to a fault. It;s their whole relationship that's the problem, rather than just Tip's ego. 

GZA has been weirdly terrible both times I've seen him, although the last of those was saved by RZA coming out for "4th Chamber" midway through, and then just kind of taking over the show, to widespread relief.

I'm sure I'm not the first person to notice this, but Kanye West really does deal with extraordinarily vicious criticism of his art, personality and existence in general with considerably more maturity than Swift responds to mild, harmless ribbing.

YES

I can dig kung-fu, I flip hoes like judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

You're both right…

No mention of the Farmer Man?

I have a hard time pointing to any piece of art that had a greater effect on my childhood intellectual development than Calvin and Hobbes. By the time I got to college and briefly attempted a philosophy degree (I soon came to my senses), it suddenly occurred to me that nearly every major strain of Western philosophy…

Seeing the film version of Matilda as a small child gave me my first experience of being incredibly angry and self-righteous about a great book being mangled into a half-assed movie. I bitched about it for days afterward until my dad sat me down and explained that seeing films shit on your favorite books was just one…

I love Talking Heads, kinda like David Byrne's solo stuff, and go back and forth with St. Vincent. I wasn't a fan of "Love This Giant." But I saw the two of them in LA last summer, and it was just fucking fantastic. Byrne still sounds amazing, Annie Clark is adorable and plays a mean guitar, and there's a brass…

I've made this too, all the while getting browbeaten by a professional cook friend for spending so much time and effort on a dish that you're theoretically just supposed to throw together. But fuck that motherfucker — it was delicious, and looked beautiful.

No no, she's just saying that before her, concerts were not colorfully-lit. Even Kiss used to play with just a single halogen light suspended from the rafters.

Love your second paragraph. I've always found it extraordinarily bizarre that some of the most nihilistic, emotionless depictions of grotesque violence (frequently sexual in nature) in our culture are found on heavily-syndicated network TV shows beloved by the elderly. The violence on CSI is far creepier and more…

It's an off-color comparison, sure. But there are huge degrees of inappropriateness at work here. For example, I knew someone going through chemo who made comments about looking like she'd just got back from a vacation in Auschwitz. That was totally off-color, but darkly endearing in context. Whereas if I went around…