The Brothers Gallagher are my favorite guilty musical pleasure. And agreed on Shock of the Lightning. That last CD was pretty strong really, after the monumental disappointment of, well, everything after Morning Glory.

Sounds like they're — in some ways — not taking the easy way out of assuming evangelical Christians will watch any crap they serve up as long as it has Jesus' name somehow attached. Just as importantly, they may attract a few non- to semi-Christians who don't notice the message right away.

There could be an Orson Welles subcategory
I'm not entirely certain on these, but between the endless hassles with The Magnificent Ambersons, his never-completed Don Quixote, The Other Side of the World… guess they're "lost" films but was there anything he made, except maybe The Third Man, that WASN'T delayed and had…

The more people drive, the less they think. That's why I don't use a driver. I do some of my best thinking when I'm putting.

I like to get the physical editions of releases if I'm pretty sure the band will do something cool with the packaging. I don't have many of those: Slellac's 1000 Hurts came in a nice box, Mugison made a good pack, um, the aforementioned In Rainbows. PiL's metal box of course. And something like Zaireeka you kinda have…

It's common knowledge that the Grammys don't have much of a discernible relationship with music quality of creativity but applying a quality label to arts is just meaningless fun, fodder for long debates on pop culture sites.

* cue the creepy guy who tosses his deep knowledge of porn into every Charlie Sheen thread, to tell us just what porn is shown in which laboratories, and how much he'd pay Honey Bear LaTaint to fuck him *

I saw one episode, and it seemed to consist of the kid and the other guy imitating human actions (if humans lived in a huge house with no jobs but plenty of money) and Sheen in a chair, staring glumly into the camera, apparently drunk, and occasionally muttering a junior-high-level dirty joke. I'm really not…

Kurt Russell
From the guy in horn-rimmed glasses playing the loveable nerd in Disney B-movies to one day sportin' a wife beater as Snake Plisken in two movies, and as Jack Burton in Big Trouble in Little China. Kinda became the man to call for tongue-in-cheek action hero lunkhead parts. A dramatic reinvention.

Yeah, as noted above, if Jeff Beck wants you in his band, you are a badass. Period. He holds a note, has good range, is encouraging to his students.

And pointy, too.

Gerri was five-two of undulating breasts and red hair.

Agreed. Bond should be to testosterone what Oprah is to estrogen. Insane bullshit ego fulfillment, hot cars, meaningless sensational sex, and cartoonishly violent fantasy empowerment. If I want gritty bloody fistfights I'll watch a Bourne flick, and if I want some guy pondering the nature of existence I'll watch some…

+1. Good news! We all have to go, but 40-something is way too young. Here's to many healthy years ahead.

Spot made some weird production decisions. Guitars sounded like they were run through Tube Screamers straight into the board and compressed all to fuck, drums sounded like they were recorded in another city with the kick mic'd right next to the beater, and the bass amp might have been underwater. It sort of worked but…

I'd have to look it up in Swedish. But it adds about thirty bucks a year to our savings!

I suddenly had a flashback to being a kid listening to "WRIF DE-troit, the HOME…of kick-ass rock 'n' roll. You're listening to Arthur J. Penthallow on the RIF, and we got the Rockets, Foghat, and Kiss coming up, but first here's some Pat Travers for you!"

The royalties ASCAP or BMI delivers can really add up just from radio, clubs, Muzak, etc. Not for a song that just gets an occasional spin, but I heard some stories from songwriters and any song you can recall but not really like (i.e. the ubiquitous kind) from your youth probably bought someone a house. Mrs. Rickster…

Karn had been suffering for a long time. Amazing bassist, and without Japan (and Roxy Music) there'd have been no Duran Duran and fuck yes all three were great bands.

City to City is 100% solid, start to finish. The first record I ever bought. I was 11 and learning sax. But that man could write a helluva song, and he was to singing what Bob Ross was to painting. Neither was going to change the world, but they both made the world warmer and nicer. RIP.