Giuseppe Zangara

Though he's eased off recently, there was a period where Czech was lifting my old schtick to a much greater degree than you ever did.

I suspect Kreese keeps files on many of this board's residents, particularly the higher profile ones.

Kreese, I made that up.

I understand the ravages of chain smoking on the voice, but that voice of yours belongs to someone around twice your age.

I did not nor care to read this whole thread, but I'll suggest that the only word filter this board really needs is a replacement for "jump the shark" or any variant thereof. Replace it with either "hackneyed buzzword" or "yeast infection" or something else that pops.

subliminal_animal speaks with a slight English lilt, btw.

Of the four people from here I've talked with on the phone, Kotz was the only one that didn't surprise me.

I got the "sorta fine tits though" line, which is what really matters.

I hate that Lowery basically treats Cracker (ugh) and CVB (good) as interchangeable now.

Thread's peaked. Close it now.

I love that about Gedge; I can't think of any other good rock lyricists who balance genuine heartbreak and shallow superficiality as well as him. Most are the former; Greg Dulli is the latter.

Also, the first use of the distortion pedal on "Dalliance" is one of my favorite moments in music.

An aside: I don't think it's possible for girls to like Seamonsters. Sure, there are exceptions, but this is pretty much a "guy" album without any of the stereotypical trappings of what's considered masculine. That can be said for The Wedding Present as a whole, really. Smog is the only other indie band I know of where women I've played them for were at a loss as what to do with it. (Not that Smog and Wedding Present are much alike.)

Seamonsters is the great, underrated break up album. A lot of "fuck you" heartache and a whole mess of pedals.

I hate that I'm not going to be able to see Isis play in Orlando in a couple of weeks.

I can't get behind Don't Tell a Soul, but I like All Shook Down.

One of the times I saw Wilco, Tweedy was being a little cranky, too. He threatened to extend the noiser feedback jams of certain songs, telling chattier members of the audience that they'd (Wilco) "make you wish you brought some fucking earplugs." Must've been the same tour.

By the way, I want "Seen Your Video" to be the music that plays whenever I enter a room, high-fiving my bros and shit.

"Lay it Down Clown" and "Shooting Dirty Pool" are as every bit juvenile as the moments of lower humor on Let it Be. Maybe there aren't as many dick jokes.

A friend of mine recently experienced something which proved what you said isn't necessarily true.

I have a crush on PLAGIARISM! Don't tell him!

Jon, you were fat once. Surely you know the pleasures of banging zaftig ladies.

Ha, I actually went on a business-related trip to NYC when I worked in college radio, but that slipped my mind. This current job is a Real Job, so I count this one.

I went on my first ever business trip! I think this means I'm an adult now.

Speaking of the Modern Lovers, this record store I visited while I was away had the debut on vinyl. I would've picked it up, but was surprised to learn that only nine of the 12 songs I'm familiar with—thanks to my long ago pirated copy—were on the original release. I didn't know that. Anyway, I passed, but it's still a pretty great album.