Way to go, everyone; now everybody else thinks this is that because of what nobody knows. For the record, this is this and that is that, and that's that. But nobody wants to know this, and that's sad.

A sitz bath in milk. Preferably 2% for at least 10 minutes.

Hi, everyone! Nice to meet…everyone. I'm Quiet Wyatt and my preferred pronoun is "that". For example: "Are you going out to lunch with that today?"

Halloween Parade
Slip Away (A Warning)
Perfect Day [as sung by Antony on The Raven or live]

*takes Face-Like-A-Scone's shoes off*
*throws them in the lake*

Good call on Scanner. His first two albums were entirely constructed from intercepted phone calls and signal/interference noise, and then he went in a more techno direction but kept using sampled calls. He even used the scanner in live shows, never knowing what realtime calls would show up in the mix. And using the…

Thank you for being That Guy, @avclub-884c4beddd8c98bb3b016bdfcc1bcdf8:disqus .

EVERYONE'S EXCITED AND CONFUSED

Well, I'm a vegetarian, and it's for moral reasons, though not the usual ones.

Speak it, brother. Thank you for proudly defending the notion that it is possible to enjoy both Soul Coughing and Mike Doughty solo. I do too.

I've met my share of LOFDs in the gay scene, and I'm glad Dan put the boot in here and now, while LOFD is still young enough to realize what an overprivileged shit he's being and change his ways.

"And how can this be?"

We're Beatrice.

The amazing thing about '80s music is that bands who were supposedly completely different often wound up sounding the same because of the synthesizer presets that everyone used. Plus, everyone had to be MTV-friendly, so all the clothing and big-hair styles started to run together.

Well, I hate "Natural One". Not because it's a bad song… I mean, it may be a bad song, or it may not be — probably it's not — but I can't tell one way or the other, because the moment I hear it or even think about it, I'm immediately reminded of the movie Kids.

When Frank Zappa walks off the stage, he's still having a much better night than when he's pushed off it into the orchestra pit.

The cover is hideous. I bought the "deluxe" edition, not for the three extra songs, but because its cover isn't an abomination.

"Assumed it was 10,000 Maniacs"? Neko Case's voice is as clear as a bell, while Natalie Merchant couldn't string two consonants together to enunciate "Help me" if she were being murdered.

And if they'd gone for a gayer remake, I'd have loved it if Ian McKellan had bum-sexed up the household, starting with Richard Dreyfus.

I only wish Nolte's character had gone the extra distance and seduced Dreyfus' character himself.