Man, this site really has an obsession with mediocre Chicago emo bands.

I'm so fucking happy this show is back.

I don't know what this is, but I just signed up for it.

The Shit Hits The Fans is the greatest live album ever made.

AVC: It was Edgar Wright.
VC: The albino guitarist?

Rumor has it he's back on pain meds.  Judging by that video…yeah, he definitely is.

Well, fuck.  Guess I'm going to Philadelphia.

I'd totally go if I lived near Chicago.

Hey now.  Don't bring bi-fi into this.  The timeless majesty of tape hiss surpasses all petty format arguments.

I have the weirdest boner right now.

I love Death Grips, but I hate Death Grips fans.  The "noided" thing seriously needs to die.

I'm slowly starting to realize that my life is defined by a set of impenetrable pop culture to-do lists.  600+ bands to listen to, 1300+ albums to rate on RYM, a Netflix queue always pushed to 500, and dozens of TV shows, a total bumped even further by this article.

Whenever I read about these sequels to classic hip-hop albums, I just know they're going to suck.  Cuban Linx Pt. II wasn't bad, but every other one I can think of was terrible.  The original title is always used for cheap hype while the product is complete trash.

Oh yeah.  Professional days, conferences, holidays, we had them all the time.

I finished the Wire.  I can't think of any piece of pop culture—television, film, book, game, anything—that affected me quite like this show.  Absolutely amazing, beginning to end.  That last shot of Dukie…I just started yelling at my TV,  I couldn't handle it.

Am I the only one who still connects "Make Your Own Kind of Music" with Lost? Made every scene with that song hard to take seriously.

When they showed Dukie shooting up…I just started yelling.  I couldn't take it.  That broke my fucking heart.

That reminds me, gotta make a beer run after work.

McLaren tried to publish a magazine encouraging underage kids to have sex.  Managing Bow Wow Wow was just a part of it.

Every year at Bonnaroo, I tell myself I'm gonna do the 2 am Trapped in the Closet singalong.  I never even come close.