Giuseppe Zangara

Her tits aren't even that great; they're average. It's just given the rest of her, it was reasonable to assume they would be mangled or misshapen somehow. I bet her cunt smells like the end result of an expressed anal gland.

We're really lowering the bar with what's considered fuckable. Just because her tits are not bad? That changes nothing!

Sounds like King Kamala is having a hard time accepting the impending death of Michael Jackson.

It's 55 degrees right now, with tomorrow's high expected to be 76. Brisk.

Allah Akbar, indeed.

This year is the second or maybe even third year in a row where, at the beginning of the year—or late the previous year—I made a thread with the idea of keeping abreast of the forthcoming year's new music releases. This was also the second (or maybe even third) year in a row where, after listening to bunch of new mediocrity, I gave up on my mission before the start of summer. I'm so terribly disinterested in new music; it was only within the past couple of days that I gave the new Kanye West a shot, which is why this morning marked the appearance of the first post wherein I discussed my feelings on the album itself rather than just its critical reception. Maybe I should listen to Chinese Democracy now, huh.

http://forums.thesmartmarks.com/index.php?showtopic=92746 Yes. Someone delete my post, lock the thread, and move it to classics.

It's not surprising that some people have given to overpraising this record—very popular mainstream artist makes personal, comparatively weird and difficult album that has been greeted with some vocal measure of disdain by said artist's fanbase—but it's a temptation I can resist. There are some good songs here, enough of them to make the album work, but, like a lot artistic statements born of something so deeply personal, 808s & Heartbreak occasionally doesn't know when to quit. Some songs go on for far too long, others (I'm looking at you, "Pinocchio Story") wallow in excess to the point of embarassment. Still, I like the album, and I'll throw my hat into the "Paranoid"-is-the-best-song-on-the-album ring.

It definitely did go overboard with the fairy-tale aspect at the end, and I thought the film relied a little too heavily on 45-degree camera angles (a pet peeve of mine; puts in mind the old Batman TV show), but I liked it well enough.

About two or three times a year, I put on If You're Feeling Sinister and completely fall for what's almost a perfect album. The effect is short-lived, though. I never think about it when considering my favorite albums, but when I listen to it, I wonder why I don't list it among my favorites. Belle & Sebastian has a lot of great songs, but I pick "Lazy Line Painter Jane" as the best, hands down. It never fails to leave me giddy. I love feeling giddy. That it happens so rarely makes it all the more a treat.

That's what I meant. Though, honestly, I was surprised they continued that storyline at all. I was thinking they'd just pretend the last episode of the previous season didn't happen. I would like to see them do a several-episode arc, which they could've done with Murray and the band separated. There might be one in store, who knows. I'd just rather it not be another season of episodes where a girl threatens to break up the band.

Good episode. I'd have liked to see them go a couple of eps before bringing back Murray, but whatevah.

I met Agent a few years back. Prior to his showing up, I was concerned that meeting some board person was going to be terribly awkward—what would we talk about?—but within five minutes of him showing up at my door, we were in my bathroom exchanging handjobs getting high.

Re: Low, the anecdotes involving Bowie's cocaine psychoses are both hilarious and terrifying. Hilarifying. The Low and Village Green Preservation Society ones are good. The only other one I've read is for Exile on Main Street. You're not a Stones guy, Czech, so I doubt you'd read it anyway, but it's really, really bad. The writer just quotes verbatim large chunks of text from other sources, without offering much in the way of his own insight beyond "this is good" or "I agree with this." He also uses the word "sexy" like 80-something times. This book killed my desire to read more from the series.

The two-disc Push Barman to Open Old Wounds comp is also terrific. So, basically, check out everything except the two crappy albums mentioned by Kinetic.

You didn't work for WOSP Osprey Radio in the fall of 2003.

I wish Stevie got to sing on more songs. I'm totally gay for "To Be Myself Completely," and his "The Wrong Girl" was one of the few worthwhile moments on FYHCYWLAP.

It was me! It may seem odd to criticize a song by this band for being too fey, but "...Tea" and "Step..." are just unbearably coy and fruity.

Radio Station Memories: When Dear Catastrophe Waitress came out, my fellow DJs played the ever-loving shit out of "Step Into My Office, Baby." Though I like the album it came from a lot, hearing that particular song nonstop made it sort of the indie "Hey Ya," an even more popular song from around the same time that I also grew to despise. After going a year or two without hearing "Hey Ya," I managed to like it again. I still can't stand "Step Into My Office, Baby."

Nine of the 10 are on both lists, just ranked differently. Either NME were remarkably prescient or the Pitchfork editors changed it up a little after the original list was spoiled. Fleet Foxes aren't terrible. Just a little too vanilla.

I've no interest in seeing this show, but I'm going to go over there and beat you up in front of all your friends.

That top 10 is just right for Rolling Stone. They cast their net indiscriminately.

Obscure? Are TVOTR not as "well known" (please note I'm use this term loosely) in the UK as they are here? As for the second half of your post, I have no idea what that means.

It's totally by the numbers for a music publication to put Dear Science in a top 10 or 20 list. It received high enough praise in all the right circles, so of course it'll be on all the major lists. This isn't a knock on the record, by the way. I've certainly talked enough of my love for it.

NME couldn't wait (scroll down a bit):