Woooorrrrrrrd up.

There's a scene in the film where someone describes seeing Farley order several ribeyes, and basically eat them like they were chicken wings.

What annoyed me most about the show is how hit-and-miss its understanding of music can be. For one, Leary's band was supposed to have been hot shit up-and-comers in the early 90s, yet they have a style that couldn't have possibly been less cool in the early 90s — they're clearly a mid-80s band, if not a late-70s one.…

I once saw Kareem at a record store. He spent a good 45 minutes in the jazz section, and looked like he could hardly carry all the LPs (yeah, he only buys vinyl) he had while he was standing in line. Hipster cred: impeccable.

Donald James Bonebrake. You can't really go become an accountant with a name like that.

Billy Zoom is the shit. His guitar playing was the main factor that really separated X from the rest of the era's punk bands, and makes them still imminently listenable today in a way few of their contemporaries are. He was a badass even before X, having played with Gene Vincent and toured with Etta James. And from my…

Just about every significant British punk figure in the '70s was on the dole at the time. (At least, the ones who weren't secretly rich kids.) So, actually…yeah.

It's just like the first Velvet Underground album — only 17 people may have watched it, but all 17 of those people will still respond to articles about it 4 years later.

There were three fatal flaws with this show, one of which is described quite well here. I've been around dozens of songwriting sessions, and while they certainly CAN be cinematic, they just don't fit into the reality competition model at all. They're too loose, too free-flowing, too random. So often, songs are written…

Indeed. I always assumed that by the time I turned 30 I would hate all the music, movies etc that the kids were into. And by and large…I don't, really. At least, I don't hate them in a way that inspires any sort of strong feelings at all. One Direction sounds like an average, only moderately annoying boy band to me.…

Oh, Alex Pettyfer — I have never seen an actor develop a toxic reputation as quickly as Alex Pettyfer. Sort of like how Pete Doherty decided to go all Keith Richards-in-1977 before he'd even made a second album, Pettyfer somehow became known as an even douchier Errol Flynn before the average American even knew who he…

California has five lead-singers AND a hype man. As an longtime Los Angeles resident, this feels disturbingly accurate.

High-five from a former Arkansan. And we've also got Glen Campbell and the Gossip batting cleanup.

I actually quite admire the fact that he tries so hard to avoid going totally retro. With so many twentysomething producers trying to sound like Moroder in the early 1980s, Moroder seems like he's trying to sound like a discoier version of Dr. Luke. (Which makes sense — as influential as he was, Moroder was always…

Haha. Man, I spent *weeks* agonizing over my order form before I finally sent it in. It seems insane now, but the idea of getting that many albums at once was truly overwhelming, and I didn't want to screw up what seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I also wanted to make sure I had the perfect mix of genres,…

I definitely remember getting ATCQ's "Low End Theory" (as mentioned in the interview, coincidentally) and having my 11-year-old mind thoroughly blown. Also Prince's "Diamonds and Pearls." 4 Non Blondes was the record I hated so much that I felt ripped off even though I'd gotten it for free. Everything else is a blur.

It had a Springsteen song about Philadelphia though! And also a Neil Young song about Philadelphia! And the Spin Doctors doing a Credence cover. What the hell else do you want out of a record?

Scamming them as a kid was even easier than making up a fake name. I had a friend at age 11 who was somehow aware that minors couldn't sign legally-binding contracts, so we'd just sign up, get the free cassettes — because at the time only millionaires could afford CD players, or so it seemed — wait for the overdue…

I was in high school when the Columbine shootings happened, and a few days later my history teacher came in with a couple of photos of himself as a teenager. He wasn't exactly everyone's favorite teacher, but he was generally likable and mellow, fair, almost never lost his cool. He started passing around these photos…

The original version of the script ends with Ned telling them about "single premium life…" followed by Chris Elliot punching him.