"Sounds like several guys grabbed the nearest drug, then stood in 6 different rooms, playing whatever. Shame, because when you can hear them, it's obvious they can play. They're just not often playing the same song at the same time here."

I guess you like what you like.

Firom a 1/2 star review of Bitches Brew to the Chicago Public Library:

"I didn't care for it. Very unfocused with bad recording practices. Sounds bad. They couldn't have done it again if you stuck a gun to their head, because there's no focus on much of it. No melody. No chord progressions."

That Sheryl Crow song had a totally different vibe before they made her change it from "Every Day is a Winding Shroud."

Lowly Worm died for your sins.

A very long time ago, a friend asked what I would do if I had the power to summon a demon.

"I'd send him to bugger some people," I replied without hesitation.

Dear reader, 30 years have passed and the list of names has changed, but the answer is the same.

Yesterday I walked to Lake Michigan during my lunch break. I had the beach to myself. Evanston, Illinois.

I've officially entered my sitting alone, in the dark era.

There is no better time than now to listen to the Cure's new album.