And the Gin Blossoms, to boot.

Or Xanadu.

Didn't the DJ wind up playing a cut off of "Monster," just after Ben's complaint that he didn't have Automatic in his collection? If so, that was a nice touch.

I'm guilty of that, too.

Someone tell Kyle that a freshly-laundered dose of his own navel lint is ready for next week's column. You did nothing to disprove that you're still an insufferable music snob.

Those planing lakes will surely calm him down.

Help me in my weakness, 'cause I'm falling out of place . . .

Up post you mentioned you were from Queens, baby. If you're going to be an asshole, at least be consistent.

But you can't always trust your mother.

I started off so many mix tapes with "Sunday Morning". Just a reminder to obit writers out there that Lou was capable of producing something so unabashedly beautiful.

The beginning of a dime store mystery . . . Adios, Uncle Lou.

Yes, classic rock stations have worn The Who's album to a smooth, bland polish. But when you hear certain Who songs outside of that context (like, say, throughout the Freaks and Geeks episode "Dead Dogs & Gym Teachers), then so much of what made their music so potent in their heyday comes crashing back in all its…

True story.

Did you, by chance, write the section on Hungary in the "Our Dumb World" collection? If so, I applaud your choice of photos, and your emphasis on porn.

The whole cast of "The Bridge Over the River Kwai".  It literally ends in "madness".

"You show me some GODDAMN RESPECT!" BOOM!  Man, is that cathartic to say out loud.

Earth below us, drifting, falling, floating weightless . . .

brevity is . . . wit

Like to True Pud.  "American Without Tears" is my go-to, should Elvis randomly call me up on stage to sing.

AKA Marcus Constantine