Millennials are killing the same thing as I am looking for the next few months ago. The only thing that I can do to get a new job is going on the road from the other hand.

I could take it or leave it.

Alright, how about Leon Thomas' throat singing solo on Pharoah Sanders' "The Creator Has a Master Plan"?

God damn if Steely Dan weren't the greatest cheese-rock band of all time. Countdown to Ecstacy is like everything great about 70s music distilled into one motherfucker of a record.

Also worth mentioning: the penny whistle solo in "The Fool on the Hill" that makes me feel like a child every time I hear it.

Am I the only person left who actually likes "Wonderful Christmastime"? Shit, I don't even like Christmas music and I've still got a warm place in my heart for that song.

Everyone knows the best song on All Things Must Pass is "It's Johnny's Birthday"

Weirdly enough, that's actually why Rubber Soul is one of my favorite Beatles records. It's this fantastically executed album of great pop songs about terrible people and even worse relationships.

But what about the dead Fifth Beatles, George Martin and Billy Preston?

BadBadNotGood is actually goodgoodprettydecent.

IIRC, he wrote Forever Changes fully convinced he was about to die and that those would be his last words. For what it's worth, I don't think there's a better summary of the youth culture of the 60s than "The Red Telephone".

I'd wholeheartedly agree if it wasn't for Ram.

That's my answer. Much as i love the Beatles & the Beach Boys, as far as songwriting goes, Ray Davies runs circles around them all. For all their gold, they never wrote anything as blissfully life-affirming to me as "Big Sky" or "People Take Pictures of Each Other".

I figured it out when his son was interviewed by Rolling Stone and claimed that Osama's main intent for the attack was to destabilize the country by getting us trapped in a war that drained our resources to the point that the rest of the country suffered by our own hand. We very much lost the war in Iraq and it looks…

So it's a shouting match you want, eh? Well, game on, Quahog!
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Nobody messes with Adam We.

Catman on The Fairly Oddparents.

Plus, they advertised their concerts as a safe place for young queer people to hang out without prejudice or fear and this whole thing kind of ruins that idea.

To be fair to Gira, those allegations were made up (iirc). This is a big deal mainly because the band had posited itself as a sort of traveling safe space for queer people and then it turns out the lead singer is a skeezy fucker, which completely destroys the message they tried to build a career on.

Any of the books written by Groucho Marx are great, but the best Marx Brothers memoir has to be Harpo Speaks!. Three generations of my family have fallen into stitches of laughter reading about the time he played Pinchie-Winchie with a group of mobsters.