very much enjoyed this interview—quick annoying question:
Am I supposed to accept "mediums" as the plural for "medium" now, rather than "media" which is how it's supposed to work? I thought "mediums" referred to a stack of medium-sized T-shirts at the Gap (not that people really go to the Gap anymore).

Dayum!

I thought so, too, I'm a little sad Misters Matheson and Murray aren't getting more props here. This was a great read—who knew I'd get up this morning and find out I want to become friends with Tim Matheson?

Phel, love, it was a reasonable adaptation of the book (minus the fucking whimsy of Dustin "Understands Nothing but Self-Celebration Anymore" Hoffman). What didn't you like? It was meant to be sickening.

Guys, really, grow up and calm down. You're being dicks.

I'm hiding in Columbus, OH—I guess we all live in shitty places?

Ye of little faith—you can't ruffle me with your hot threesome stories. I'm thrilled for you guys. And you've mentioned that business around these parts before, probably just thought people didn't remember. Lesson to everyone: I seem like a laidback commentor most of the time but I STALK this shit:).

least sexy/romantic song ever
Don't know, what do you guys think? For me, maybe "Your Body Is a Wonderland." Just typing that made me want to get me to a nunnery.

Fats ftw.

What's your list, bk? Maybe you have terrible taste, too.

There was a long period when most people had boomboxes with a cassette deck (ugh, just those words make me feel old—you know, I still use the boombox I bought with my birthday money in the 6th grade?) and CD player but we didn't all have personal computers, much less CD burners. So I only had one tape deck but made…

phel, let's get like 70-year-old black soul performer boyfriends and hang out at clubs watching them play and getting hammered. Doesn't that sound like a blast?

Yes it is. And AJR: word, brother.

Nice story, lex. Sigh, this Q&A is definitely working its adolescent, dreamy magic on me. I want to listen to all of this stuff, whereas normally I'm secretly judge-y and all that hipster crap.

Good Prince mix add: Starfish and Coffee. Or if I want to be teleported back to listening to Top 40 radio in bed before Lovelines came on in the 6th grade every night—Morning Papers.

Psst, Corey—Stevie''s "For Once In My Life" is my favorite song, in life, on the earth, ever ever ever. High five?

Corey—it's not that I don't find your stories interesting. They never lack for affecting content. But once in a while, could you bring the funny? You're worrying me over here.

NOT a metalhead. NOT.

Otis Redding = me making out with whoever played it. This is factual.

Gotta disagree. Dolly's voice is way sexier (she's my hero) and every single one of us has heard Whitney's version enough times to want to bash heads in whenever it comes on.