By the nature of my job (photographing used cars), I'm mostly stuck listening to the radio. At least for about a week every few months, Sirius/XM goes into a trial period and I can get The Verge (mostly Canadian Indie).

Well, he was still playing a man-child with rage issues, just a more realistic version of that character.

It'll probably just be two hours of the camera panning past approximately 288 rotating variations of special edition Skylines (and now GT-R's).

The Aztek was essentially just one of GM's minivans dressed up to look like a relatively more exciting SUV (as was fashionable at the time). So, how long until this devolved into NCIS trying to be Breaking Bad?

I guess you could say they were …on the llam.

Isn't it the other way around? Like, Jimmy was in (and presumably jailed in) Cicero, while the elder McGill was always in Albuquerque?

I'd rank Riptide as even worse - beyond being obnoxiously twee, faux-earnest pap, for a love song, all it can muster up is that the subject is like, really hot, but specifically so (like Michelle Pfeiffer!), which has to fall somewhere between casually sexist, and "banged the song off in 5 minutes."

Lumineers are for people who find Mumford and his prodigy too edgy and aggressive.

Bing!

I've never noticed Duran Duran doing the fake whimsy thing, so I like it. If it's there, someone should piss on Simon LeBon's grave, even if it's premature.

I know like the first verse? I have a friend who works for Porsche, ergo I need a job with Mercedes-Benz?

Isn't this the one with the talking bit in the middle that ends with a little half-giggle? No song that gets massive radio play should have any giggling, or anything that sounds like it was meant to be spontaneous, because after you've heard it every hour on the hour for weeks on end, it just starts sounding phony.…

*singular falsetto*

G-Spot!

For how heavily Tusk pandered to Canucks, it must be the first time in history that somewhere in the US has played Canada, instead of the inverse (also, no Canadian actors? no shortage of those either).

What, The Grapes of Wrath wasn't good enough for you?

I know ostensibly, I should hate that cover, I should hate everything Nickleback has ever done. And yet, it sort of works. You know the lyrics make sense to them, I mean, it likely represents a Saturday night in Hanna, Alberta every single week. And you know Kid Rock lives this song every single hour of his life.

Except the Chrysler's a standard 300C (~350hp from the 5.7L). Quick, but not as quick as the Mustang, especially with the 5.0.

I was learning to drive the summer Hot in Herre was massive. My driver's ed instructor (an unspectacular middle-aged man - so, a driver's ed instructor) loved that song. Like, would turn it up every (frequent) time it came on the radio. Of course, a 2000ish Toyota Corolla is hardly an environment that prompts one to…

In Chrysler's defense, the most recent bout of mismanagement leading up to the second bailout was a result of Sie Germans (who pretty much took over Chrysler for the resources they'd built up in the 90's) followed by Cerberus, who likely bought the tattered husk of Chrysler from Daimler-Benz to strip for whatever they…