It's the law of the land: The more popular and musically conservative a pop star might be, the freakier their more devoted fans will be.

1. Not yet, I have to get inside first and determine my level of despair.

When I was a kid on a west coast farm, we filled the house with roommates to pay the mortgage. At one time we jammed in a whole east coast dance troupe who was led by a charismatic Frenchman. I got to know the guy and even took a role in a play he produced in town. Afterwards, I told my mother that I thought he was a…

Yeah! Let's get people on stage playing REAL instruments without all that bullshit amplification!

Deep in the Pacific Northwest lies the legendary hideous hybrid known as the Hippie Redneck. These individual hermits comprise Neil Young's most ardent fan base.

He only does it to annoy, because he knows it teases.

You didn't read this far to hear about somebody else's massive CD collection. Let's get down to the real business of archiving. I'm in the middle of a mass digital archiving kick because I finally got tired of "Hey, my niece should hear the original Hitchhiker's Guide Radio Play. Now where the hell is that thing?"

Keep in mind that the Cornelius Quartet is "experimental" writing. If you thought Dhalgren was too coherent, or Gravity's Rainbow didn't have enough drug abuse, Jerry Cornelius is here to save the day. I am hoping that this is not your first go-round with Michael Moorcock, because he is generally a lot of fun.

I think that's right next to the IT/Kid Power spoof. Whatever you do, don't read the last panel on that thing.

Nice try, Chicago. But you'll never be the kind of world-class construction blocker that San Francisco is.

Sooner or later, you think "Hey, a crashing Punk Rock version of 'My Heart Will Go On' would be hilarious!" So you listen to the song a couple of times and realize that it doesn't have the musical sophistication necessary to support a Punk Rock parody. It will simply anger people in a way that mere Punk Rock could…

Welcome to our World! Welcome to our World! Welcome to our World of Toys! Welcome to our World! Welcome to our World! Welcome to our World of TOYS!!

Cost of being 80s in the 80s: Tens of thousands of dollars.
Cost of being 80s in the Oughteens: A computer and some pirated software.

This is one of those rare instances where I feel like “I was there, man.” I noticed Avery Island because my super-cool hometown record shop clerks rated it highly. I bought a copy and it slowly grew on me.

I used to live in Harry Anderson's home town before he made it big. Let me tell you, Gerald Ford did not escape unscathed from Anderson's mighty scimitar of satire:

I loved the books, but Mr. Hill shares a weakness with Mr. King for a particular kind of magical character that fixes everything. I'm trying not to spoil and I've already said too much.

I didn't like young people when I was one of them. Apparently, that experience is common.

True, but I think we can safely ignore George Harrison's contribution to electronic music. Tomita, on the other hand, really sent that roller-rink organ sound into exciting new dimensions.

Signs of an overdose of Nostalgia(TM) include: Paying top dollar for thrift store technology. Bringing advertisements for a line of toys into your home for display. Supporting political candidates the promise to "dial the clock back" to when you were a kid and didn't have any idea what the hell was actually going on.

I remember showing a friend a moog synthesizer many, many years ago. He plinked around on it for a minute and his eyes widened. "What do you think?" I asked.