Years back a friend of mine told me (he was quoting, but I don't know from where) that the three most pretentious types of records were "Double albums, live albums, and Tori Amos albums."

A slightly more obscure one: Thomas Dolby revisited "Europa And The Pirate Twins" years later with "Eastern Bloc."

Tricky bit is that, yes, in most contexts that's clearly tongue-in-cheek, when it's in the realm of "AV Club interviews a pop culture person" it could just be actual douchebaggery. Unless, say, Mayim Biyalik was also just an epic troll.

I am stunned - STUNNED I SAY - that this line didn't merit a whole paragraph in the review.

And this was the same Chris De Burgh who wrote "Don't Pay the Ferryman." Which had Tony Head doing spoken vocals on it from Shakespeare, which is pretty badass.

When I first saw "Feed The Kitty" when I was six, circumstances (my mom vaccuming and fritzing out the TV for a few seconds) caused me to miss the crucial scene where the eponymous kitty crawls out of the mixing bowl. So I actually thought, like the dog in the cartoon, that the cat had been pulverized into cookies. …

My sister-in-law was stage-managing one of their festival appearances on this tour, and got me and my wife into the meet-and-greet before the show (my wife is a huge fan).

This match will decide once and for all the greatest naton in earth: Mexico or Portugal!

On that note, "Huckleberry Hate Sex" is the name of my new Bluegrass/Hardcore crossover act.

I'm just pleased with myself for remembering his name.

Everyone knows of Compton. But I wonder, outside of LA, how many people particularly grok how bad it was, especially in the early 90's. Or any of the inner cities that a lot of these stars came up from. Are they recognized as anything beyond names with gangsta cred and a vague understanding that they were tough…

Well, yes, but it's a) ODDLY calculated, not just calculated and b) a good story should feel like it's not calculated (even though it is). Suspension of disbelief and all that.

Yeah, that pretty much nails it.

After all, WE built this city on rock and roll.

I'm still waiting for a really deep, nuanced dissection of Russian post-Soviet oligarchic economics in a 3-minute pop song.

Its' "reveled."

"Mom and dad let me stay home, feels so scary getting old."

Trendy *now*?

It's totally a thing! My Black Friend told me so! If it weren't for reverse racism I'd own more than two fedoras and Ron Paul would be president!

Yeah, seriously. You know the headphone jacks on all the exercise machines are purely decorative, right? It's like the music "stations" on airplanes…they're not there to be listened to.