Giuseppe Zangara

There was a common enough thread in the Faith No More albums, I'd say. The Real Thing and Angel Dust weren't that stylistically different, outside the latter being a little darker and "weirder" and Mike Patton singing mostly in a lower register than he had previously. As for Mr. Bungle, California wasn't that far removed from Disco Volante; the self-titled, however, outside Patton's distinctive vocal style, seemed to have been the work of a different band.

This song blows.

Oh man, because of this, I'm reading all your posts with a heavy Texan drawl from now on.

Here, the figure is something like you can't smoke inside any bar where more than 25% of sales is food-related. Most bars, in other words, are safe to smoke in.

There are places that still let you smoke in public buildings?

Considering the folder it was originally in, that is certainly debatable!

Maxim has set trends—at least in the sub-community of men's magazines. I recall Details—one of the few men's magazines I read regularly—had a terrible Maxim-esque makeover that turned me off from reading a few years back. (They've since reverted to their old style.) Even Playboy has copped from Maxim; Mariah Carey was on the cover and had an accompanying layout, in which she showed about as much flesh as she would've in a non-nudie rag. But yeah, Maxim's fucking garbage.

I haven't listened to Son Volt since early in my Wilco fandom, which was about ten years ago. I didn't much care for SV then; I should check them out again.

I prefer Esquire as far as these things go, but I'm classy.

That was terrible, Jon.

More frustrating is that I'll never have sex with the women in the magazine, ever. Who needs to cry over a $975 watch when you can think about never having your cock in Eva Longoria's warm, inviting mouth?

Vitamin X isn't Incandenza, though.

I never thought to mention it because the original is one of my most loathed classic rock radio staples.

Still, this was someone you sort of knew. Weren't you the slightest bit curious? Related tidbit: a friend of mine found his ex-gf on postyourgirls once

I've known people who've tried quitting via nastier cigarettes; they found they got used to the taste of them and ended up smoking just as much as before.

As a child (circa elementary school), I would chew straws something fierce. I eventually broke myself of that habit, though, even in my adulthood, if I let my mind wander while holding a to go cup from a fast food joint, I'll start doing it again. Only briefly, but it still happens occasionally.

I disagree. It isn't too different from what they were doing on Document and Green, though with 90s-alt rock production (and shittier songs). Goodbye Cruel World, by Elvis Costello & the Attractions, was the band's sole concession to contemporary pop radio (this was 1984): overproduced, drum machines and big (and now) horribly dated synths. These guys also did a pretty straight collection of country covers, Almost Blue, a few years prior, a feat they thankfully never tried to replicate, given how horrible the end result was. I suppose I could also place the maudlin balladry of All This Useless Beauty here, but I won't. Even though it's billed to the band proper AND all of them play on it, it's more or less an Elvis Costello solo album in sound and execution. No wonder they broke up again after recording it. Destroyer's Dan Bejar, on Your Blues, dropped his Bowie-fixationâ€â€and use of a live backing bandâ€â€from his earlier records, and embraces theatrical and Very Gay MIDI synths. The Destroyer album that followed brought back the live band.

Basically, I'm getting soft in my old age, what with second guessing and not going through with my potentially offensive thread ideas.

Title: Shocking new photo of Virginia Tech killer surfaces Body:

His daughter's probably a spoiled cunt. I <3 Alec Baldwin.

Oh my, this made me laugh.

haha Anyway, I've long contended that Ride's Nowhere is better than MBV's Loveless (the former generally considered the second best shoegaze album, behind the latter). I mean, christ, Nowhere has "Vapour Trail." In other news, a good band that few people talk about these days that would fall under this category is Rollerskate Skinny.

Psh, this was another trend I started.

Journey - Infinity First line: "I hear you talking when I'm on the street." Last line: "You're gonna be the death of me."

I was too hip for this thread.