Coverage out on Futurerockhall.com re: Rush’s non-induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, associated b.s.-ery, and the Colbert Bump.
Looks like Wired is trying to break the mode, crack the code on the matter. 100, 100, 1 — SOS!
I am alive, and Dave Grohl, who grew up near my hometown, is alive. And the new Foo Fighters album, Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace, signals a welcome blowback of Foo Power, if not a true return to original 1995-1997 form.
To its credit, the guitar sound on the chorus of “Let It Die” makes me want to play music in a dark, carpeted, semi-finished basement. So it will be… right after I get Leopard / iLife 08 installed next Friday, aka “The Day Leading Into the Least Productive (from a non-computer perspective) Weekend In Recent History”.
Also positively, it’s not the Quato-esque abortion that was 2005’s In Your Honor. Which is maybe why it’s good, in the “it’s better than bad”, “Log” sense.
Melissa Joan Hart’s younger, evil twin is so terrified. What’s wrong, girlie?
Now she’s so happy! She’s plotting the use of her weather-domination device!
He’s a good guy, that Sanjaya. Girl, you really got him now.
And he needs to leave the show. He shouldn’t be there. For the good of the hunger-strikers.
We barely 