Granted I may have scrolled carelessly, but I didn't see a single mention of The Dave Matthews Band. I'm very proud of you all. Well, maybe not that one guy with his Styx fixation, but, hey, you know, it's a big world, and we've all got our little failings. Still. No DMB. Well-done!

And then the murders began.

I've seen clips of John Mayer playing live and been impressed, so I'll allow it. (This once. He's still pretty well-entrenched on my list of the Top 5 Worst Musical Things ever, though.)

Quit hitting yourself!

The most recent Puscifer rock-and-luchadores concert was a blast.

My buddy's rock band. Seen 'em, like, 18 times?

OK, but Scott (it is Scott, innint?) could just be doing "an Ivanka."
"My pop's really swell, guys. C'mon. Guys?"

(No idea. Of all the things I do not do, sparkling is the thing I probably do not do the most.)

Yawn. Faun. Go on.

Lookit Mr. I Like Fruity Shit over here!

Well, "return to the values that made us great" is kind of his shtick now.

Oh but you will.

Counterpoint from Count Erpoint: Nah.

You are familiar with Eastwood's late oeuvre?

[Citation needed.]

"Sit on it." - Fonzie

Jebus Chrissy, isn't Clint Eastwood dead yet?

Where else are they gonna congregate but with each other? I know I'm not inviting any c***s to my get-togethers.

Branding!

Scarecrow, I think I'll miss you most of all.