December 2014

Last month I described Birdman – unfavorably – as a “series of carefully scripted temper tantrums meant to embody the struggle of making capital ‘A’ Art.” I wouldn’t have guessed that a short time later, another film fitting that description would knock me on my ass.

Whiplash is a trenchant examination of greatness, approaching the idea not by deconstructing a success story, but instead by observing an integral moment in the life of someone who … See more →

Old sitcoms used to show stills from the episode during the end credits so you could be like, “Oh yeah, I remember that part.”

For the next four hours, speaking to me implies consent to getting an infuriated earful about concert ticket surcharges.

Ten years ago today, we lost Dimebag Darrell. That sucked.

A good encapsulation of the concept of toxic masculinity. medium.com/the-nib/overco…

One of the parts of music history I don’t like is when Dennis DeYoung and Keith Richards never formed a supergroup called Styx & Stones.

Okay, it’s time to start over. Everyone who is not a horrible person, pile into my spaceship.