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Disturbing beyond belief. Not that Lynch did these things- I strongly suspect he didn't. But that the nightmare world of conspiracy and sexual violence that he weaves so well could actually cast its spell over one of the main magic-makers in his entourage… that's creepy.

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I really like his voice, and the orchestrations of Joel McNeely and His Orchestra, but my primary complaint is how middle-of-the-road his choices of song and arrangement are. He's an obvious and outspoken student of Sinatra, but his song choices from the Great American Songbook tend towards either the slow, almost

Wasn't there a commercial mashing up that Hallelujah performance with a Christmas song, used to promote Thanksgiving day football? I wish I could remember what the mashup was, because I remember thinking "this is probably the only good thing that came out of the movie."

You heard it here first, folks: Mildred Priggs killed and ate her own family.

TRUE SHOWBIZ TALES #28: Pittsburgh has a wonderful multi-hyphenate performer called Tim Hartman- he's actually a semi-recognizable movie character actor because so many movies shoot in Pittsburgh and need a very tall, silver-haired man with a deep voice. He does a lot of theatre, and is famous/infamous for loving to

Ragman? The Tatterdemalion Terror? I didn't know that character was still around.

So, Rogue One?

Just as long as the "Moon Theme" from the NES game pops up somewhere in the show, preferably well-arranged and gorgeous.

Well, if the word's complicated euphemism-treadmill holds, once there's a group that proves more of an "easy target" than the queer community, it'll apply to them instead and we'll be able to use with a still guilty conscience but not the SAME guilty conscience.

WHO LOVES YOU AND WHO DO YOU LOVE?

It's almost as if "any problem can be solved by killing as many people as possible, because killing feels good on a primal level" isn't an appealing philosophy to many liberals?

I had been planning a cabaret show called "Singin' and Swingin' with the Donald" for after Trump's loss. The concept was that Trump had parlayed his fame into the next best thing to being president- dinner theatre. Now, with a small jazz band, he and his cronies tour the country and sing their version of the

One of my favorite "bootstrapped Christmas songs," thanks to Louis Prima's version in Elf. I will forever insist that the line is "sunshine and ravioli."

I like to believe the Feast of Seven Fishes comes from some apocryphal story of a harried Joseph cooking seafood dish after seafood dish for a pregnancy-mouth-addled Mary, who demanded increasingly bizarre taste combinations.

This may be an over-generalization, but in America, people tend to be looked at philosophically as actors- people who do things. The Japanese philosophy views people as assets; an asset to the family, to the company, to a husband. Acquisitions and functions, not doers. One strives not to be great, but to be useful and

Letts, like Albee before him, believed his works were comedies, not tragicomedies, and would try to push their interpretation as such. Literally everyone else disagreed.

Dickensian figure? Maybe, but it's more a "Trump of Trump Hall" situation.

The Pogues is the definitive take. But you have to hear the Ronan Keating version of "Fairytale" to realize what a great Tom Waits-esque number the song is. With the Pogues, it's just a great recording. Once you hear a too-respectful cover, you realize the song itself is pretty aces. I wish Waits himself would cover