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All that you say is interesting and cogent and reasoned well enough, however it sounds as though you're doubting or questioning the value of Daniel's music. I ask this only as a friend - have you really listened to the music? Have you heard the music? There's very, very little artifice or falseness there. The

I remember laying in my hand made loft platform bed one night back in the early 90's, WXPN dialed in on a tiny clock radio and hearing this delicate, strange tune as though it were coming through a telephone. A thin; crackling, pre-adolescent voice was squeaking out an astonishingly captivating, compelling, lovely

I didn't come to this thread to crap on Richman or anybody else, but it's a preposterous comparison. Richman was a talented balladeer, troubadour, subpop performer. But Daniel was something all together different. Daniel Johnston was a conduit through which flowed some truly divine, peculiar, outrageous, gorgeous,

I finally screwed up some courage a few weeks back and picked up a bottle of The Kracken, mostly for the sake of the delightful artwork and the meager price tag. Let me tell you something, good people of the webs, never imbibe anything that promotes itself as a miserable, vicious beast from the briny black depths.

Jeff Beck is awesome today, a genuinely superior, transcendent music artist, while Rod Stewart is an amiable, pleasant old croaker well past his expiration date. I like Rod, but seriously, it would be a waste of Jeff's time and talent.

Ian McLagan's keyboards sound so much like Nicky Hopkins'. And Ron Wood's guitar was really payin' attention to all that awesome shit Jeff Beck's guitar was pumping out. Man, what an awesome sound, and not half bad for a bunch of scrawny pasty white British lads, aye?!

I was under the impression that the issue of Vermeer's use of the camera obscura was settled - at least 23 years ago. In 1990 I was at the Louvre examining Vermeer's "The Lace Maker" - a small painting uncharacteristically done on canvas - and it appeared to me that it had been done with mechanical or optical

Who ever thinks that those self important, stuffy, tedious old white dudes had no sense of humor is clearly mistaken.

And Barton Fink, like A Serious Man, was a sort of homage to Eraserhead. David Lynch is an undeniable influence on the devious brothers.

A Serious Man is actually more so influenced by Eraserhead. The dark and disturbing vibe underlying all the hilariously absurd action in A Serious Man is an overt nod to the hilarious nightmare which is Henry Spencer's life. Or is it the the nightmarish hilarity?! Either way, it's something of an homage to David

To paraphrase somebody more clever than myself, Slaughterhouse 5 is a science fiction film in the only way that any film should ever be a science fiction film - without knowing it is.

Apparently, you choose to not indulge your juvenile, egocentric, obsessive, tedious impulses. Well la di da for you.

I can't quite actually see it either, but that's exactly what makes the prospect so interesting, so irresistible. They could screw the pooch or they could find a genius way to deploy their trademark sublime lunacy in the most imaginative, most wondrous of all film genres and blast it out of the stratosphere.

A serious Man is using an esoteric concept to create the illusion of gravitas, but the whole cat in the box quandary is actually a con, a red herring, a ruse meant to disguises that the film is a classic farce. It's really just an absurd, slapstick, vaudevillian prat fall staged to appear to be high drama. When I

I had a friend/roommate who couldn't listen to any music with lyrics. Seriously, the guy was so obsessive/compulsive that he couldn't stop himself from incessantly repeating whatever lyric got hooked in his overactive brain, and so whenever we were doing work around the house or partying he'd insist on controlling the

Shit pop music can be fun. Speaking of fun… Ha! You thought I was gonna name a song by FUN. Ha!! No, I am naming that song by Ylvis, "What Does the Fox Say?" It's more fun than a barrel of hookers. A barrel of Hookers and Canadian Mayors, on Crack.

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Who better to penetrate the cast than a Gay Hardon?

Freak.

I wasn't talking about you. Specifically.