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I saw Titus Andronicus open for Los Campesinos last year at a free show at the University of Wisconsin. I got a copy of The Airing of Grievances and never looked back. LC weren't bad, but my friend and I ended up leaving before their set was done.

Ben Nichols of Lucero did a solo EP two years ago based on Blood Meridian. It's fucking great!

Nice write-up Scott. I hope you and Katjusa are enjoying Atlanta.

Polished, yes. I love OWTH with a passion, and I like the new sound just fine.

I'm happy for the reissue
My copy of TSOPTC was ganked way back in college. Since that was before I'd ever made digital back-ups all I had were a few songs from mixtapes. I never got around to getting another copy until now, so there's been a decade-long absence that was only rectified by a couple shitty mp3s of

Eliezer - the book isn't really anti-war per se. Jones takes an almost neutral stance on the actions and atrocities of the battles, and directs a lot of the focus on the everyday experiences of the soldier in a combat zone. The tone of the movie is much different than the book in this regard.

I usually enjoy Feldman's show, mainly due to the self-deprecating nature of his style. I usually have the radio on in the background on weekends, and shows like this are pretty much perfect for listening to while slightly hungover. I'm also from Madison, and he's like our most famous person so I'm obliged to like

It took me a while to really come around on Malick's movie. James Jones' novel was one of my favorites in high school, mainly because I loved the balanced and almost morally neutral tone he employed in the book. The contrast to Malick's heavy overtones was jarring and it took me a few more viewings to get past it to

they think it's kinda weird
but that's OK with me
because now I kick their ass
playing from the ladies tees

I have fond memories of Sum 41 in part because I haven't really heard them in years and as such I still think of them like I did when I was 21. I was given their CD for a birthday present by a friend and listened to it a lot that year. In 2002 it was stolen during a Halloween party and though I told myself I'd buy

One of my favorite local bands during college played a mixture of country originals and covers. During the back-end of their sets the crowd would shout out requests. When I was suitably drunk I'd always shout "DAVID ALAN COE" until they played "You Never Called Me.."

I liked the way Life showed LA, but then again I've never been to LA so what do I know…

Bible of the Devil
I saw them open for the Drunk Drivers a few years back. For some reason I went on a first date to a metal & rock show (I don't know why that happened). Their name is pretty ridiculous and it was pretty obvious that the lead guitarist was stoned to the bone, but they could definitely shred and were

Yes - ass pennies and the town hall meetings.

I haven't had cable for about three years
My old roommate had always been the one insisting on HD cable services, so when I moved out I never bothered signing up. It really reduced the total amount I was watching, and I like to think I concentrate on quality shows that I really enjoy rather than channel-surfing and

That Dickies cover really is amazing. The first time I heard it was on a mix tape that mislabeled the band as, I shit you not, Fear. Which in turn led me to recommend Fear to several friends who then each bought copies of "Have Another Beer With Fear."

I guess I'm more of a music-first guy, in that I can love a song with shitty lyrics if it sounds really good musically but I won't like a song that doesn't appeal to me musically no matter how amazing the lyrics.

The latest Manics is pretty great, being based on old songs by Richey Edwards and all.

I remember my grandmother pouring lukewarm (i.e. basement chilled) cans of Pepsi over ice cubes in little 8 oz. glasses on hot summer nights when we'd spend a week down on the farm in IL as kids. I don't drink sugary pop at all anymore, but I usually get a powerful craving for a cola poured over ice at least once a

It may be a terrible song, but it's a great terrible song for me. I was working at a deli part-time during college at the time Fuel was all over the radio. I recall many a Sunday morning, nursing a hangover and making potato salad while listening to the Top 40. It always degenerated into a shitty karaoke scene, and