Which I imagine is less compelling than Robert Smith being lost in a forest.

A week? Is that really enough?

Eskimo.

The irony of the two Christmas movies at opposite ends of the spectrum is the odd thing, for me. That and the fact that apart from some early thrillers Black Christmas seems to be a total anomaly in his career.

And their classmates who were totally in on it the whole time.

Black Christmas
Really creepy and effective on a gut level for me. Brutal, brutal kill scenes, and the obscene phone calls and some of the imagery really stuck with me.

I'm currently enrolled and majoring in That Which Man Was Not Meant To Know.

Prince > MJ any day of the week. Motherfucker could dance, write, play every instrument, had a ridiculously versatile vocal range, and he could shred. What more could you ask for? If you are looking for an album to pick up to follow Purple Rain, I'd suggest Dirty Mind. 1999 is great too, but a lot of the songs are…

A man after my own heart. If you gotta get kicked out, get kicked out screaming "SLICIN' UP EYEBALLS I WANT YOU TO KNOW!!!!"

"I blame myself."

and *is* objectively great

Re: Dylan. I understand the subjectivity of taste. There are people I know who don't like Shakespeare and never will either because it was taught to them badly, they've never seen it performed (well), it's too thick and the language to antiquated, or just because of general indifference. However, I know that those…

The Pixies are pretty much one of the few "perfect" bands out there for me.

There are very few prose stylists who aren't better than Rowling.

Devo also rocks some shit up in Urgh!

Fuck yes. Have you seen the video of their Albert Hall performance? It's the one they took the live version of "Do It Clean" from for the B-side of the Killing Moon. The whole performance is awesome but the encore is especially crazy.

Even his name sounds oily and gross. And he always seems to beinvolved in some sort of sexual weirdness. He's like the foreign, lower-rent version of James Spader.

Vinyl FTW. I need to hear those leads at the end. The CD mix isn't awful, though.

The Danny Whitten angst is more apparent in the performances of Time Fades Away than in the songwriting, due to Neil's emotional and physical fucked-uppedness on the tour on which it was recorded. Tonight's the Night addresses the issue more directly.

I don't listen to much Nirvana these days, but when I do, it's always In Utero.