Fastball's album had a few decent tunes. Be nice.

I agree — Hyden's disinclination toward necrophilia completely negates his opinions on music.

Wildkits in tha houuuuuuse.

I don't make your wife sick. When I'm having sex with her. Which I do quite often. Because she finds you unsatisfactory as a lover. Also, she says you have a small penis.

I'm balding and my wife likes banging me. So does yours, now that I think of it.

Then I'd kick your ass.

Then I'd make sure the cameras were rolling and punch him and become a hero like the guy who KO'd Danzig.

Kudos for avoiding a talented musician. You both deserve the heartiest of congratulations.

If I were Ryan Adams' manager (and I'm sure I will be someday), here's what I would advise him: A few songs into your concert, bust out a completely rocked-up version of "Summer of '69." Don't do it ironically, don't do it derisively. Do it like you want to rock the fuck out. People will think it's funny, you'll come…

I'm not a hater or a troll. I saw them on their OK Computer tour and it remains one of the best shows I've ever seen. Top three, easily. But I agree with Aussie Comment Blah — I just find their later stuff obtuse and hard to listen to. I appreciate them, but it just doesn't work for me.

Of all the words I can think of to describe that song, "pleasant" could quite possibly be the last one that would come to mind. Here are some others, instead:

I imagine you saw this write-up from Bill Wyman (the journalist, not the bassist) — it's an imagined response from Jagger to Richards. It's awesome and totally nails Keef while giving some fascinating history about the band. A phenomenal read.

Corey Hart.

Maybe their albums are judged harshly when they're overdone and hard to listen to. Just a guess.

I can't remember how I stumbled upon the article, but I was absolutely riveted. The worst/best part happened about 5/6 of the way through, when it seemed like the article was about to say that Willingham was exonerated or pardoned or something. (That might have been a little wine + willful naivete on my part.) Then to…

I ruptured my spleen, but I did it the cool way — running into a lightpole chasing a Frisbee. Drinking ten bottles of wine? Pssssht.

I could strap on something else and have a great time with your mom.

I stared at my TV screen in slack-jawed awe when I saw the ad for "Real Steel." How did that happen? Is that for real?

I hereby request that the webmaster install a "Dislike for Pretentious Douchebaggery" button.

I don't see how he's the guy to do all the earnest intonations for that 9/11 doc. Sure, he stood for New York ballsiness once upon a time. Now, he's a just another guy who used to have some gravitas and is now getting paid huge bucks to appear in crap.