Coming Up is one of those perfect albums. I put on that and the Manics' Everything Must Go every once in a while and they both still hold up.
Coming Up is one of those perfect albums. I put on that and the Manics' Everything Must Go every once in a while and they both still hold up.
Oasis broke pretty big in America (cover of Rolling Stone) and Blur had their mainstream moment with "Song 2", but most of it was best appreciated by Anglophiles who wanted to get the hell out of the redneck towns they were stuck in.
I played "On and On" constantly when I having some problems with my girlfriend back in the day. I put it back on about a year ago and it just sounded whiny.
I still think that High Fidelity is one of the most perfect novels I've ever read. It's a bit sobering to realize that I'm now four years older than Rob was.
I was listening to "Maybe I Know" just now. Really nice little pop song that doesn't get played nearly enough.
I didn't know she co-wrote that. That's really something, considering the character in the movie was a thinly-veiled version of herself.
Indeed. She sells the hell out of it.
That's Hollywood for you.
One of the coolest things about First Contact was getting to see the Borg done on the scale they deserved. If the show was to be believed, they usually operated out of a dentist's office in Sherman Oaks.
Get out.
Ms. Bunting is just tactless. Larry's downright evil.
Earle's one those guys who I respect for his perseverance and obvious talent and range, but the same time I find his music a complete chore to actually listen to. Sorry…
Typo it is. That's what happens when I type too fast.
I remember watching a few episodes of the 1998 Fantasy Island and thinking it had potential; Malcolm McDowell killed it as Roarke. Could be interesting to see what a decent writer might do with the concept in the Internet age.
Dean Rockwell's getting up there, but Scott Bakula could probably step right back in without missing a beat. Curse you, NCIS franchise!
Every time you say "NBC Mystery Movie", I'm going to give you a mild but memorable electric shock.
They's you go, to wait for a woman with less discriminating taste.
Hey, Mrs. Langdon, I've got something you could wear for to your Suicide Girls interview…
Relax. It's a lovely day.
I enjoy the first two albums and I'll probably get this, but let's face it: she should be paying Kate Bush royalties.