I finally got to drive again so this chapter of my life is over.

Jonathan Coulton is still the only artist I know to have done a song about a furniture chain.

Alessandra's high screamy note in Queen of Kings killed my goldfish during Eurovision.

Kaarija's big green sleeves still haunt my nightmares.

James Hetfield's ballady songs are somehow even more gravelly than the metal ones.

Meg White is often criticized as a drummer, but everyone who hears Seven Nation Army does the drums on the steering wheel as soon as they kick in.

Get Cape, Wear Cape, Fly is the only band name I know that is a series of instructions.

Badlands is a song that Bruce Springsteen sang with a mouth full of marshmallows.

Bröther may I have some cöins.

Can it take me higher?

And when there was only one set of footprints, that was when Jesus rode a t-rex.

I remember reading that it came from the US Airforce - there was a time when, if a pilot crashed, they paid his family a hefty sum - enough to buy a farm. Hence if a pilot crashed and died he 'bought the farm'. Might not be the true origin, but I like it.

I don't even know if there are horny moms in my area anymore. That was kind of reassuring, you know?