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You're right, it was The Specials. I remember being incredibly disappointed in their set because they were pimping their then-new reunion album at the expense of the classic hits way too much, but also whomever was running their mixing board had the guitar cranked up WAY too high in the mix, to the point that it was

Actually, no, it wasn't Body Count. I watched the set from start to finish, and it was him, his hype man and his DJ. Of the three hip-hop acts on the bill, he was far and away the best.

I saw Warped in '98 (featuring Hatebreed, Deftones, Hepcat, and a whole mess of bands that I can no longer recall, except that it was when the tour was still leaning hard on the punk/ska/hardcore scene for its roster of bands) and again in '99 (which was actually the hip-hop year, not '98, as this article suggests—the

Pretty much this exactly, and this article proves it in spades: the author doesn't want to listen to him talk because: John Mayer. Right up until the dude starts playing, and it's always freaking stunning. There's a reason Clapton invites him to the Crossroads Festival every year. It's the same reason that I can

I always love hearing from people how surprised they are that John Mayer is a fucking monster guitar player. It's unfortunate that he cultivated such a strong image of himself as a douchebag back in the day, because, while he IS a fucking monster guitar player, that particular factoid ranks no higher than fourth for

I don't blame Shearer in the least. The show sucks now. He knows the show sucks now, and has said so publicly plenty of times. If he's going to continue to devote any time to it, why not get a bigger piece of the pie? Not that the salary he was getting was chump change, but if that's what he felt it was worth to

Artists aren't eligible for nomination/induction until 25 years have passed since their first release.

To me, they're both doing what I'd call electro-pop (never heard the term "future pop" before) and are both doing it successfully, albeit with different approaches. If I listen to one, I usually follow it up with the other, and they make for a good 1-2 punch.

Very well said. This record actually bored me, which I'd have never expected from these guys.

I listened to this one this morning, and I think the reviewer has it backwards: it's not a sophomore slump because it sounds too much like the debut; it's a slump because it doesn't sound enough like the debut, in that it's missing good melodies, cryptic but enticing lyrics, interesting production, basic song

Disregard this post. Went to the wrong album review.

Problem is, that the cable companies own the cable supplying the information, and the FCC can't just take that away from them. The FCC's way of preventing a monopoly was to create geographic areas of exclusivity. In other words, Comcast can lay its cable in one neighborhood, but it can't lay it in another. That way,

Missionary: Impossible is pretty stupid, but it has too many good lines to call it really bad, at least for me:

I remember feeling like this one got robbed, come Academy Award time that year, at the very least, in the nominations, 'cause it got next to none, and I'd been floored by the whole thing—cinematography, production design, the score, the performances, all of it (I think it managed to win in the ONE CATEGORY(!?!) it was

Damn, no trips down south, at least, not as far south as South Florida. I really dug the two shows I saw, although the one in support of "Antics" much moreso than the one in support of "Our Love to Admire". That Antics show was just killer—minimalist, but really impactful, lighting effects (just heavy strobes and

Good call on the park ranger as an excellent obscure character: "We'll take the chairlift. It'll give us a bird's eye view of the area directly underneath the chairlift."

The correct answer is: "You."

I'd have to argue that neither of those characters is obscure. One because he was featured like 20 times, the other because, although a one-off character, was a featured player in one of the most famous episodes of the entire series.

They're too busy getting stoned on Swank. You know, it's 10 times more addictive than marijuana.

I know it's not the same monkey, but "It was the best of times, it was the BLURST of times?!? You stupid monkey!!!"