Lush were pretty wonderful when I saw them. I wasn't all that familiar with the band, having gone to see the Flaming Lips (at their absolute peak, on the Transmissions From the Satellite Heart tour) but Lush really held my attention.

I saw MBV on the Loveless tour with Dinosaur Jr. opening. It was at The Masquerade, a roughly 1,200-seat old mill and as psyched as I was for MBV, they were so loud I couldn't identify any of the songs, nor tell when one ended and the next began. It was ear-damaging loud, and I've seen Black Sabbath, Ramones, UK…

I briefly went through a passion for the Punkins that was almost like being teenaged music fan again. When Gish came out, I saw them at a middling' sized place that was half-full and (this being, what, 1991?) I was dumbfounded that a band could be as catchy as Cheap Trick, as dreamy as The Rain parade, and as…

Oh goodness. I was in a band that opened for James in the early 90s. Now I feel old, and this makes me sad. Damn you, James!

You've still got Zoidberg…

We have diametrically opposed ideas of the word "good." Between Indigo Girls and John Mayer, Eddie's Attic has a lot to answer for.

From an octogenarian ex-Majestic Diner waitress, no less. I prefer Atlantis. The sprawl and traffic of Atlanta. The dog shit and class warfare of Paris. And best of all, it's underwater!

I used to be in a band with a guy named Eddie Freeze (yeah) who played with William S. Burroughs in some spoken word thing, speaking of drugs. Anyway his brother was allegedly the A&R guy who pimped EMF and he said it was just Edinburgh Motherfuckers.

Yeah he was a BEAST, though it's kind of funny the way he'd play some fast run down around the first few frets, and when there was a quarter rest slide his hand way up the neck and back down for showmanship. And the faces he made.

Yeah he was a BEAST, though it's kind of funny the way he'd play some fast run down around the first few frets, and when there was a quarter rest slide his hand way up the neck and back down for showmanship. And the faces he made.

I was in a band that had a song called "When the Sun Explodes." It was just as The Three O' Clock, paisley underground, sitars n shag carpets as the title sounds.

Yeah, he's one of the very few guitarists whose solos you can hum. I mean this in a good way. If I can technically pay a Gilmour solo but know deep down inside I could never come up with anything that good, it means he's writing musically instead to just being some sort of test of muscle twitch speed.

I keep coming back to the question of "Can art look at the gross, the maybe gross, the squirmy, the ambiguous, while not being damned as celebrating that grossness?"

Good points. I actually spend a bit of each year in the UK but am not a big pop culture consumer. I've mostly found stuff like page 3 girls and and The Only Way is Essex simply repellent. It sounds like some pop entertainment there is part of laddish - and whatever the female equivalent is - behaviour: what someone,…

Not saying it's an "Americans they walk all like this, but Europeans they walk like THIS," thing. I mean that a lot of things that agree are extremely unpleasant - being torn apart by a stray bullet as collateral damage by a couple of action stars - can also be seen as just entertainment, so we have to stop a while to…

Idiotking, listen to destructive recovery. You seem whip-smart, probably are attractive, thoughtful, and seem to have a mad drive to throw it away. As trite as this sounds, you seem to have time on your hands. Dive into working in a soup kitchen or writing your memoirs or working out or painting or restoring antiques…

It's not just difficult to view any art through the biases of time, but also through cultures. I'm not saying furriners are all paedos, but it's considered good wholesome entertainment in the US to show people being killed with no consequences more lasting than a smirk. While if you watch EU television, you'll see…

I used to feel that way about An American in Paris but rewatched it last week. Leslie Caron is a hell of a dancer and while Debbie Reynolds could act circles around Gene Kelly, he was clearly more at home with Caron or Syd Charisse.

I saw them right after this record came out, at the old Down Under in Tallahassee. So named because it was in the basement of the Student Union, and the ceiling was so low you had to watch your head if you were on stage. I honestly only knew them by reputation and was expecting a drunken wreck of a set. Instead they…

Okay, edumacate me. Isn't BitTorrent a P2P thing so I'm also basically saying "come on in, my computer is yours" to the world? I'm already trying to manually recompile Bash on one computer to stop Shellshock. The last thing I want to do is anything skeevy with P2P filesharing.