Heh. I was thinking "Is there really a bad Weezer album?"
I know Pinkerton is particularly beloved amongst my Weezer-mad friends.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Heh. I was thinking "Is there really a bad Weezer album?"
I know Pinkerton is particularly beloved amongst my Weezer-mad friends.
Ha! Nora just linked to an entry in my friend Carol's blog about cooking her way through the French Laundry Cookbook. And I laughed and laughed because there's a song list to accompany your cooking!
Carol is such a Buffista and she doesn't even know it.
Man, loving the new Nouvelle Vague album.
They've changed the style up a little - this one sounds more cabaret/chamber pop (with a few rootsy touches thrown in - though that would be exotica for the French).
Huh. Amanda Palmer is currently appearing on Good News Week.
Have not read this yet, but sounds interesting:
Till There Was Rock You Only Had God: How I Lost One Leper Messiah, and Gained Another, Part 1
In this opening episode of Mark Dery's original, autobiographical essay (a “nonfiction novella”) about a suburban teen’s transcendent encounter with Ziggy Stardust, we’re introduced to David Bowie’s astro-hippie alter ego from the early 1970s, a glam-rock deity of Frankensteinian spookiness and ladyboy vulnerability.
Next Week: At 14, the author, stranded in 1974 suburbia, has his born-again Christian brain short-circuited by the gender-bent but heart-stoppingly beautiful Ziggy.
Pretty much the plot-line for Velvet Goldmine.
Really enjoying this feature from AV Club, reviewing old "That's What I Call Music!" compilations. [link] This one is from 1999.
I was just coming in here to post this. I cannot believe that Bob and the band have parted ways.