My people! It's one of the most reliable sleep remedies I've ever found, and I don't even feel bad about it because it's so easy to pick up where I left off. The only show I've found that has a similar effect is my also-beloved Dr. Katz.

What's a Bible?

Ah, the things I could say about my Reggae Fest experiences were this not a semi-public forum.

@avclub-0f0d67e214f9fef69b278e3d08114da9:disqus It's also from some kind of self-help book, I think.

Big ups on the innest in-joke I've seen around these parts.

I don't know if there's another singer who so clearly believes in every goddamn syllable he sings as much as Eric Burdon does, and even more when he sings songs he didn't write. He's an all-time great.

A while back I saw Eric Burdon play at one of my all-time favorite venues, the Trempealeau Hotel in the tiny town of Trempealeau, WI. It's an outdoor stage right on a quiet stretch of the Mississippi, with a railroad track running between the performance area and the river. Burdon got to "House of the Rising Sun" as…

No, I didn't expect new material, and the show itself was reasonably fun, but to me it felt a lot like the time I saw Violent Femmes play the Waukesha County Fair: a great band playing great songs but not doing much more than going through the motions for the money. Nothing wrong with that, but it doesn't measure up…

Hey, I'm just a staircar. I don't name 'em, I just drive 'em.

See also: That Pavement reunion tour a few summers back.

Counterpoint: Cloud Cult.

Wait, is that a real lyric? As the proud owner of a purple ("Black Cherry Pearl," technically) Scion, I take great offense.

*Timothy Van Patten mumbles incoherently, fondles hamster*

When the guys in Mallrats made a trip to the "dirt mall," Har Mar was the first thing that flashed into my head.

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And brother, there is nothing super about Har Mar.

I landed my first office job while wearing a Jerry Garcia tie with a pattern of vaguely trippy trees. The interviewer even complimented my tie. I'm not sure what my point was here.

Dig this blender!

Aw, now I feel bad for mocking your tie.

Jesus, you're going out in public wearing a six-year-old tie? Are you interviewing for an exit ramp squeegee guy position? Get some class, Coogin!