This was a flick one was likely to stumble across on late night early HBO. I saw it, and that weird picnic scene sticks with me to this day. I had just forgotten the name of the movie. Thank you.

And the feature that followed that was the "Black Shampoo".

The first time I saw the Limits there, I was on acid. It was "Specimen: Unknown", and a friend had rented it. I'd never seen that intro, nor had anyone in my life ever referred to it in a joking way.

Agreed. That song would be even better minus strings.

…and it's the word "remember" that she gives that treatment to, in any case.

"Back In Baby's Arms" is the stealth saddest song in her entire oeuvre. But that last chorus of "Faded Love," where she basically shrieks/cries out the title…Shit damn that's amazingly gutting.

In popular music, you may always substitute "drugs" for "love," and "jews" for "you."
To a lesser extent, you may substitute "ass" for "eyes."

And yes, it was the Cowboy Junkies.

"Stupid"
Willie Nelson claimed in an interview on NPR that that was the original title for "Crazy." I'll occasionally sing it that way in karaoke. It works.

I remember exactly how annoyed I was the very first day I saw the video for Green Day's "Longview". I already knew that all art is theft, and that pop music has no memory, but shiiiittt…

I was working in a hospital…And lots of other things happened.

Well, and just to say it: even in GnR's greatest song -that's "Welcome To the Jungle", with "Out To Get Me" as a close second- the music is stellar, and the lyrics are the work of a half-bright hick. Every cliche about how Hollywood is mean and how the City Is Evil, Bro, thrown into a song with the wickedest bass…

A lot of people I know I wouldn't like have made art that I've loved. And yes: the people I knew that knew Kurt -to a person- all thought he was an asshole. Now, was that because he was famous and they weren't? Yeah, partially, I bet. But it also sounds like he went out of his way to make a big impression at all…

Shit buddy; imagine if your first album was Wings' "Back To The Egg."

A kick in the taco for you, WillHood!

And yet, after all these years, still no love for Foghat.

We weren't wrong to turn our back on hair metal.
I say this as a proud survivor of the Metal Renaissance of the early '80's. But really: by the time under discussion here, we're talking Cinderella, here. CINDER-FUCKING-ELLA! Britny Fox! Kingdom Come! Poison? Jeezus! Rip offs of bands that were, themselves, derivative…

For lots of people -certainly those of us in the Northwest- grunge came as no real surprise. Of course there would eventually be a salable amalgam of classic rock, metal and punk. Why wouldn't there? How could there not be?

If you've ever wanted to explore the notion that 1981 might very well have been the year everything really changed, check out the movie and soundtrack for "Urgh! A Music War".

Christ: that was also the tour where James Hetfield caught on fire. There is a picture, somewhere, of a pal of mine on that tour where I believe he was head rigger. He is wearing a bunny head and fucking a groupie.
Some people call him 'Bunny' to this day.