He’s Max Headroom’s evil twin.

Hey, she was, um, mostly in tune. But, damn, I’ll have a couple o’ hits of what she had!

Nah, you can’t function in the modern world as the richest nation on earth without deficit spending. Can’t be done. It’s one of those things that sounds so good to a libertarian, except that...like so many simple answers to incredibly complex questions (see Ayn Rand)—it doesn’t work. Rand Paul is a doofus. He is…

“Unless the person they are having the affair with is shady or working for a foreign government, or something” So, like Trump.

Fortunately they haven’t banned “dumbass” yet.

The fact is that most recorded music is sold between November and January, and the music business knows that we are in open season for anything seasonal, the drekier (yes, I just invented that term), the better. Audio Christmas sweaters, FTW!

I am having a Lindsey Stirling crisis. People I know—actual grownups who REALLY should know better—are excited that she’ll be coming through on her tour, and it’s all I can do not to beg them not to rot their mind. Full disclosure—I play the fiddle—and I’m sure she’s charming company (actually I’m not at all sure of…

Well, it’s not like he had any vision before he looked into the sun.

I was such a music nerd that I actually transcribed several of Chris’ drum parts and several other chunks of that thing. Like it was fucking Beethoven, which it was, of course.

He appears to have conventionally-sized hands, but um...is that “grand” piano weirdly stunted? A baby-micro-peen-iano?

Hardly ever does the focused lens of media focus on our little corner of the world, but I’m proud that people I actually know took the Labrador video and got it out there in the viral world. Labrador, of course, is a pathetic weasel only surpassed in his weaselry by my own representative, Cathy McMorris-Rodgers.…

The mother/father of all coffee songs—J. S. Bach’s “Coffee Cantata,” c.1735...

Wait. Didn’t Marvin Hamlisch get an Oscar for his score for “The Sting,” which was mostly compositions by Scott Joplin?

Alas, we are all victims of Bowling Green...

I had an interesting music gig, providing music for a Donna Karan event in Seattle about ten-plus years ago, and there was a gal walking around in a chain-mail dress with nothing on underneath, and though none of us in the band talked to her, we all thought that the potential for painful pinching had to be a factor. I…

I grew up a few miles from Disneyland, so going there when I was a kid was a regular thing. In high school, we had our class visit, and I overcame my fear of their considerable surveillance regime and got high before going. It was pretty wonderful.

I think these kids might be available for the big show...

Right. Obama took your guns, and Giuliani’s “leadership” is intellectual projectile vomit.

Well...sigh...at least it wasn’t Bolton.

Dang, I would love to be in a Facebook group where I could get fresh ceviche.