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Not out of character
Given his manic all-night recording habits and his Elvis-esque tendency to just give things away to near-strangers, this is not a shocker. Looking forward to listening.

William Shatner doing a medley of Rocket Man and My Humps, bringin' it spoken-word style.

Saw the Reconstituted Punkins in 2007 and agree with the above posters: seemingly interminable meandering guitar solos with a few dashes of songs in between. It's how I imagine seeing the Dead would have been.

I think his standards are parallel to John Lydon's. If he takes a hard stance in favor of difficult and underappreciated musicians, it is because he is unsullied by the crass desires that plague lesser men.

Yeah, I got the mp3s for Machina II, I think it was called ages ago: that unreleased Punkins collection that Corgan put out for free. He should have pulled the plug on that horrible Zeitgeist record and just officially released Machina II: some strong songs, some fun experimentation, and the aforementioned Cash Car

If she gets hotter things will combust. It doesn't come across in photos, but in person (and I can testify from being two feet from her) she is stop-you-in-your-tracks good looking, and has that rare thing where you can kind of sense a person's body heat from an impossible distance.

It's funny to talk to Swedish people about The Swedish Chef. The sounds he made resemble Svensk in the same way that an elephant resembles a skateboard.

Mr. Grant, I agree with your observations, maybe 'cos we're the same age. I do think I need to grab a copy of Born Standing Up, because yeah even as an adolescent I was quite aware that he was mocking and embracing show business at once, in a way that very few people really can manage.

Yeah, they existed after 1998. I think Bleed Like Me charted higher than any of their others… I saw them on that tour in 2005 and Shirley told the audience they were happy because they had just head they had hit number 4 on the charts, the best they ever had.

Blah blah blah, nature of repressed, blah blah proof of success, rappers just showing their whatever. Being human is supposed to have something to do with being able to believe in spiritual wealth as well, to have a system of ethics, empathy, and live for something beyond greed. This isn't a rap thing, as I deal every

You sir, are one hell of a shooter.

I like how in much of London — specially near the City — the men look like the Krays, dressed to the nines and with perfect hair. Frequently accompanied by pear-shaped women with receding chins and big ankles, stuffed into Lycra minidresses, tottering on stilettos. A beautiful woman in London would have her pick of

Rainbow, in Tallahassee we had a Hoggly Woggly.

All of Sweden grinds to a halt on December 24 to watch the Donald Duck special that afternoon. It's not even a Christmas-themed special: just some celeb hosts the annual showing of a few cartoons, mostly Donald, but with something featuring whatever Disney had ground out that year for the holiday season.

I've traveled a lot, being married to a furriner, and probably mostly France. The movie that to me was most Parisian was Polanski's much-maligned "Frantic." I love Paris but it can be a huge, grey, inscrutable place full of "fuck you" young guys in tracksuits, beautiful women who shower not as often as you and who

Sorry, but no matter what, I would address that man as Mister Borgnine.

Even worse.

I think in former Soviet Union, has been done
Seriously, when my brother lived in Uzbekistan he saw some show in which contestants were allowed to keep a car if they could evade the cops. Real cops. Unsure if the street were closed, but apparently contestants would drive like madmen to keep that piece-of-shit Volga or

Let's watch TV and not pay