I’d have more sympathy, but he sucked as the Lone Ranger.

Woooooaahhhooooowooah!

GIMME FOO GIMME FAI GIMME DABAJABAZA

“Fronted by Meyers’ old SNL buddy Fred Armisen, the band would see its famous guitarist entering and exiting the group over the next 12 years as Janney, guitarist Seth Jabour, and bassist Syd Butler dutifully played walk-on music over for the host’s guests daily. 8G differentiated itself from previous late-night bands…

To It and At It by Stompin Tom Connors. 

I have no suggestions, but this news makes me deliriously happy.

I’ma need a cover of “In A Big Country,” by Big Country. Criminally underrated song that any number of bands can make some quality hay with.

My stance is that I may as well believe in Will Smith. If I’m wrong, nothing happens, and if I’m right, I’ll enjoy the full glory of the Willennium.

You’ll be given cushy jobs!

I’m Will Smith agnostic.  He may or may not exist but I’ll find out eventually 

Get with the program. It’s 2024, you MUST have strong opinions on EVERY topic.

No, it’s The AV Club™!

Ooh, I have a few!

“Baby It’s Cold Outside” is a sex assault song.

It’s a song about, as our Britt Hayes put it, “a woman being held hostage by some guy who may or may not have drugged her adult beverage.”

On point. The song is a time capsule of the way adults used to flirt. Within the context of the song there is no rapey vibe at all. People of that time probably just thought it was a cute way to demonstrate the playfulness of dating in a more reserved society.

this is the most dire thing I’ve read on post-kinja avclub, which is quite an achievement. much like chemical warfare was an achievement.

What could be more timely than a June 2024 post resuscitating a niche cultural debate from 2015 about a 1949 Christmas song?

Target: 3/4 century old completely forgettable formulaic rom-com, no one of whom was involved in any facet of production behind or in front of camera still living. Nor for that matter, are most if no all of the theater-going public at that time.

‘It’s a song about, as our Britt Hayes put it, “a woman being held hostage by some guy who may or may not have drugged her adult beverage.”’