Or maybe they can speak for themselves, without someone translating for them using the Babelfish setting for "Strawman".
Or maybe they can speak for themselves, without someone translating for them using the Babelfish setting for "Strawman".
If anyone here is interested in crazy old videos made by kids in the pre-Internet age, here's a goofy highlight reel of my career as a child filmmaker on glorious 80s VHS.
But, damn, are Manmanman's adventures hard to Google Image Search.
Unprecedented. It'd be like if Congress held a hearing on women's healthcare and didn't include any women. Absolutely would never happen.
I checked it out waaaaaay back in '99. Enjoyed it then but have more mixed emotions now. The big surprise for me was what a nice town Cleveland seemed to be. I expected it to be a hellhole from all the jokes made by hacky 80s sitcoms, but it actually seemed like a nice place. There was an Indians game going on and it…
"Hey, Generation X. If you liked 'Don't Call Me Daughter', you'll loooooooove, 'Smack My Bitch Up!'"
I know I'm a little late to the party, but I've been reading through the comments here and I wanted to throw this into the conversation: The key to understanding Kurt Cobain, which I think Montage of Heck really underlines, is that he was torn apart by contradictions. He didn't want to be famous, yet he courted it. He…
Got to play the Global Testfire last week and I'm stoked for this game. I see it as basically a Nintendo take on Team Fortress. Which is one hell of an idea.
Yeah, they really were. I was just entering college, the prime age to be participating in pop culture, and yet I felt so disconnected from all this stuff. It's like… hey, we had Nirvana just like 3 years ago, guys. Are we really ready to go back to burned out 80s ideas about yuppie success, already?
And one duck egg.
Well, so much for 90s nostalgia.
Yeah, I used to lump all these similar sitcoms together with that as a kind of punchline: Two Guys and Dharma and Will and a Girl and Greg and Grace and 3 Wombats and a Pizza Place.
Yeah, that's kind of a concurrent problem, which I also wouldn't really lay at SRV's feet. In the 80s, guitar playing became bloodsport - Could you play 14 triplets per second? If not, how do you expect to lay any hot L.A. groupies, cowboy?
Can't believe you went to all the trouble to build those pyramids only to change your mind and rip all the limestone off of them, you fickle bitch Cairo.
I really like Ram.
Cool. No more questions, your honor.
Speaking as a guitar player from Austin I think the only real problem with SRV is that he's the gentrification point for the Blues. Earlier artists ripped the blues off and called it rock n roll, of course, but in the 90s all the Stevie Ray Vaughnabees took over the genre itself. Well-studied middle class white kids…
The Hollies more influential than Talking Heads? Get outta here…
So… are we dropping the pretense that the individual Beatles were being inducted for their solo careers, now? Because Ringo's set sure is heavy on old Beatles numbers.
Wire always makes me remember the hot summer when I worked for the Census bureau, with no air conditioning and the "On Returning" collection stuck in the tape deck. I'd sincerely miss "I Am The Fly" from any playlist like this.