Unashamed romanticism, to the point of being sappy?
To the point of being sappy? It's well past the point of sappiness, and completely in sugarcomaville.
(Argh, my parents have been here one day and I'm already losing it)
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.
Unashamed romanticism, to the point of being sappy?
To the point of being sappy? It's well past the point of sappiness, and completely in sugarcomaville.
(Argh, my parents have been here one day and I'm already losing it)
More than 100 songs from The Simpsons: [link]
Wow. He's just begging for a cease & desist letter, isn't he?
eta: Ooh! The "Canyonero" song.
Someone doesn't like U2:
The eleven worst songs of 2004
Heh. That's Maddox. He hates everything. In a funny way.
So, then, is the Emmitt Mix done?
Yes! I killed the thread!
BTW, I just have to ask: Is there a better lyricist of pain than Elvis Costello?
Hank Williams
N.W.A.'s Straight Outta Compton album, with all those pesky non-profanities edited out: [link]
Gandalfe, I think we're done. If you're ready to set up the next round, I'm in.
In other news, I understand that PBS stations across the US are going to show the Ramones documentary The End of the Century this week. Austin's PBS is showing it tomorrow at 9. I can't recommend this movie highly enough, 'cause it gets right into the fun surface and ugly underbelly that made the Ramones so great. For those of us who find this sort of thing fascinating, the DVD extras include Tommy identifying who wrote the songs on the first three albums and loads of extra interviews.
We talked about The Phantom of the Paradise before, yes? I've always confused it in my mind with Kiss Meets the Phantom.
A convention held in Winnipeg on Saturday was devoted to celebrating the cult film Phantom of the Paradise.
Released in 1974, the early Brian De Palma effort was a flop in every market except two: Paris and Winnipeg.
A satire about a rock impresario's quest to find musical genius inspired by The Phantom of the Opera, the film ran for an unbelievable 62 weeks straight in one Winnipeg theatre.