I’ve always liked Juno, its soft-peddling of the difficulties of teen pregnancy notwithstanding.

Marjorie Prime--I think it was a stage play first.

I could be wrong, but I think Lovecraft made all his own stuff up--like, he never incorporated anything real that I know of.

The existence of alt-right people is, in turn, what makes me conclude there’s something wrong with reality itself.

That is dark. Minimalist and quiet too, weird. I’ll have to check out the album.

Fair point on that--I think I was stuck on his promiscuity more than the thing with Christine which, yeah, not so good.

I wonder if that was their one big national tour. I lived in their home base of Baltimore for most of their career, which is why I was able to see them half a dozen times or so.

Lord, do I miss ‘90s prices—and that’s even with seeing the ticket prices from the ‘60s and ‘70s back then and thinking I was getting ripped off (except for the Walther Productions shows, 3 jam bands in a small venue for $15, good for a solid 5 hrs of music).

The breaking of my t-shirt addiction was helped by my getting…

I’ll need to take a listen then, ‘cause patchy for me too, enough that I stopped buying their records automatically, though I think there have been stone classic individual songs—Climbing The Walls, I’ve Got A Fang, Combustible Head (or was it Head’s On Fire?).

I used to be that guy.  I would have thoughts like “too bad I don’t like any of these $30 shirts because I have to get one.”  Uh, no I didn’t.  Our brains are such weird things.

I saw them a bunch around 2000-2002.  Had they moved over to trying to sound like Radiohead by then, or were they still doing the electronic music with rock instruments deal?

The indie rock stalker thing reminded me of a crazy embarrassing story from not long after I graduated college. I had gone drinking with a couple friends, got completely smashed, and somehow ended up getting a ride home in a van from a guy who’d picked up one of said friends (they dated for a bit afterwards, so I…

It’s simpler on the surface, but there’s so much to dig into—when you listen for it, there’s a ton of connections and forward/backward references, repeated words used in different contexts, and games played with songs titles. Humble, for instance, is a bragging song, and it’s not just named ironically, he uses…

I loved Night Court. It, along with Airplane, shaped a young Cube’s love of absurdity and fearlessly stupid jokes that sometimes came all the way back around to very smart.  This is hitting me a lot harder than I thought it would, especially since 65 is way too young.  RIP.

And he did so much good in this world that he will not have to agonize for fifty years over a pile of puppy poop.

Dan’s not a great look, but while he was a sleazy hornball, he never, if memory serves, shaded over into harassment or questionable consent--his partners were always game.

I keep trying to think of something clever to say, but all I’ve got is “Janelle Monae is amazing and beautiful.”  

TPAB and GKMC feel every bit as much cohesive wholes as DAMN. to me, but other than that I’m in complete agreement.

No, that’s Ghostface Killah.

The record was initially positioned as the Compton rapper’s back-to-basics effort after the sky-scraping ambition of To Pimp A Butterfly and Good Kid, MaaD City