Music

Almost every mass market hit song is written in the second person for an ostensibly intimate audience of one. I call bullshit.

Finally you can see exactly how difficult it has been for me to keep quiet about this game. Set mind to "blown."

Please direct your thebeatlesrockband.com accolades toward @Jchausse @fishmcgill @ladyczerach @Mr_Terrific @naughtandcross @iamrumz @rubytoo

Behold thebeatlesrockband.com in its full, freshly-launched glory!

Anvil: The Story of Anvil made me smile. A lot.

Sad I missed the Wolves in the Throne Room show tonight, but glad it's because I was being productive.

Waiting at the end of time for you.

It has been pointed out a million times, but it still bears repeating: Rain on your wedding day is not irony.

I owe Eric Pope a beer for convincing my tired ass to stick around for Peelander-Z. Holy hell, what a show.

Brevity is not the soul of classic rock.

Nancy Sinatra should really have a talk with the manufacturers of dress shoes.

How could I dance with another when I saw Paul Stanley there?

All we are is dust in the wind, dude. Dust. Wind. Dude.

En route to Philly to witness some nuptials, appreciate my mother, and maybe see and hear some Mike Watt.

Moments away from Mastodon.

Another year, another failed attempt to get into Pavement.

Every angry dog growls before eating.

Opeth has taken the stage.

All those eyes, they're just crowding up your human face.

It took me almost thirty-three years, but I finally joined the club: twitpic.com/400y3

Nostalgia is unfair. It shouldn't be possible to get misty-eyed from a song you've always hated.

Two chess games, three bands, sixty degrees Fahrenheit, one fun night.

Why does this exist? gibson.com/en%2Dus/Divisions/…

Proud of the creatively juvenile. Thanks all for the Monday morning Beatles scatology. My favorite? @kevinmhoffman's "Hello, Flush, Goodbye"

Making Beatles song titles more scatological. "Dear Prudence" is a prime candidate. I'm not above making this a discussion if you're not.

NIN music hasn't interested me in years, but I still like how Trent Reznor operates enough to watch a 40-minute interview: digg.com/dialogg/Trent_Reznor

Big sound problems for Crippled Black Phoenix tonight at Great Scott. To be fair, they’re probably not used to dealing with 8-piece bands.

Listening to Belle & Sebastian's Tigermilk for the first time in many years, but I still remember the songs like it was yesterday.

Stabbing inertia in the face and pointing myself toward the dance party at TT's.

Wishing iTunes allowed you to search all of the shared libraries on a network. Then maybe I could listen to some Gorguts today.

Sad that the seven-foot-tall guy who obstructed my view of John Vanderslice will do the same for John Darnielle.

Bostonians: I have an extra ticket for tomorrow night's Mountain Goats show. If you have $25 and can handle sitting next to me, it's yours.

Collapsing after sweating through every garment on my body thanks to an occasionally questionable but mostly great 80s set at Elysium.

Is there a way to assign a song to more than one album in iTunes? If not, there should be.

Buddy Holly totally pops the mic every single time he says "paradise" in "Fool's Paradise." Did they not have pop screens back then?

Never heard me sing Journey's "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)"? You have until the polls close on Sunday to make it happen: cogaoke.com/contestants/windh…

The Beatles: Rock Band details announced today! See rockband.com/news/the_beatles… and thebeatlesrockband.com.

"Hey, guy, I don't know if anyone ever told you this, but I'm gonna tell you. You ever hear of ZZ Top?"

The funk of forty thousand years and grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom.

Watching this extraordinary music video for a second time: youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShh…

Considering taking a trip to Europe this summer to witness a very unexpected Faith No More reunion! thetripwire.com/uncategorized…

At AS22 in Providence, where J Mascis is waiting in line for the bathroom and Earthless is boring me to death.

Kicking out the jams, motherfuckers.

The Smiths were remarkably inconsistent.

Nostradamus was vague. I am not. My prophecy (twitter.com/cowpiesurprise/status…) is fulfilled (youtube.com/watch?v=6LG39Wp7O…). Do I get money now or what?

Trying to decide if I like Witch enough to justify owning this magnificent poster: gigposters.com/poster/109430_…