“I’m no lunatic man. I’m a sane man fighting for his soul.”  Tom Waits was perfect in that role.

Let’s burn it!

That’s possible, but I’m still too chicken to find out for myself.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. It’s kind of uncanny that what I recall from my vantage point as a little kid is so similar to what he was thinking at the time.  

I was one of the pre-teens in the audience when Night of the Living Dead made the rounds as a Saturday afternoon matinee in 1968. We had no idea what was coming. Our parents typically packed us off to go see whatever was playing without checking the listings. There had been horror movies we’d seen that were supposedly…

You sir, are apparently not the parent of of a dance studio child. There’s a category at recitals called “lyrical dance” which involves 12 year-olds leaping and gesturing sort of in-time with slowed-down piano versions of every single freaking song ever recorded.   

Barber’s “Adagio” and Orff’s “Carmina Burana” are always good trailer shorthand for “this is the emotionally devastating part” and “things that seem normal are about to get really creepy,” respectively.

Not really a cover of a pop song and not recorded in the 90s, but it’s always proper to mention the Pop-O-Pies’ cover of “Truckin.”

Sting and his checkbook are just about perfect.