Giuseppe Zangara

Haven't listened to them in years, but I remember thinking they're extremely boring.

I rarely listen to Waits these days, but, if pressed, I'd still cite him as my favorite musician. And Rain Dogs is the best album of ever, no doubt.

I'm incapable of maintaining the clean-shaven look. I get a five-o-clock shadow within an hour of shaving.

"Couldn't I Just Tell You" and "Can We Still Be Friends?" are both favorites to play in bars. Once, after hitting them both up on the jukebox, I got into a heated discussion with a man who felt it necessary to dismiss Rundgren entirely because he, Rundgren, had a hand in raising Liv Tyler.

The two Runt albums; both are fine displays of his off-beat sense of humor with strong songcraft and that he could've been a huge rock star—which clearly didn't interest him, given his tendency to follow wherever his muse took him. I love Something/Anything?'s follow-up, A Wizard, a True Star, which is a fantastically strange and fucked-up cross between concept album and unabashed pop. After that? Todd is good, even if it doesn't balance his weirder side (here represented by a lot of synth prog noodling) with his melodic pop gifts as well as it did on AWATS. Rundgren gets very spotty after that, though there's a handful of gems buried throughout a lot crap. ("Can We Still Be Friends?" is a heartbreaker, and, fuck you, I like "Bang the Drum All Day.")

Do you like him as much as I do? Specifically his early-to-mid-70s work. His double album Something/Anything? is in my all-time 20 favorite albums list. Let's talk about Todd Rundgren. King Kamala Classic and I cannot be the only fans here.

One of the things I dislike about Soulseek is when it's clear everyone who has the album you're looking for got it from the same source, and that source ripped it at something like a 112 bitrate.

17. Your roommate just doesn't know how to act around girls. He's affable enough, but, eventually, if you have a group of friends over, he will say something terrible to someone, and the someone is almost always female. For example, a few of you begin discussing sex. At one point, your roommate asks a girl who had not been participating in the conversation if she masturbates. It's clear to anyone who witnesses this that the girl is immediately uncomfortable and so your roommate, totally unaware of this, after being told "no," presses on about why she should and he's known women who really like doing it and man, you'd be a fool not to. See also that one time when, for a miraculous stretch of months, your roommate had a girlfriend. It was early in the relationship and you, your roommate and your roommate's gf are having a conversation in the living room. The gf asks about the ex you had over the night before and occasionally still sleep with. The mention of which somehow encourages your roommate to go into detail about the sex he and his girlfriend had last night, specifically how it ended with him shooting off on her tits. He says both "shooting off" and "tits." The girlfriend is momentarily too embarrassed to speak, so it's up to you to yell at him for his transgression, because, really, you didn't care so much about her feelings as you were horrified to hear an explicit recounting of the sex those two had.

14. Your roommate is in the shower. You step into his room to retrieve something he borrowed. You look at his computer and notice he has roughly 40 windows open, all of which containing pornographic pictures. After his shower, you lightheartedly rib your roommate about his wank set-up, to which he curtly replies "so?" This is when you first notice he becomes cold and distant anytime you mention any of his peculiarities in a derisive manner, no matter how good-naturedly. See also the time you went grocery shopping with him, and you poked fun at the almost obsessive way he would stare and calculate which box of garbage bags is the best deal re: price vs. quantity. He mutters "maybe you shouldn't shop with me anymore."

13. Roommate is fully aware you're home, leaves door open anyway while taking a shit. You have to explain that yes, it's okay (sometimes) to leave the door open while peeing, but bowel movements do not fall under the same criteria. You wonder why your roommate thought otherwise, but you realize you don't want to know the answer.

9. Your roommate is paunchy, has hairy back and shoulders. You don't begrudge him this, and you don't even complain that he often walks around the house clad only in boxers. However, he walks into the living room in this state while you have over a girl you're trying to get with. 9a) You tell him that he should put on some clothes whenever there's company, to which he apologizes and complies. Or so you thought, as all he does is put on pants, still exposing his furry, sagging torso to everyone. Having to tell him to put on a shirt without offending him, for as oblivous he may seem, he's very self-conscious about his appearance.

2. Walking to the bathroom, your pass by your roommate's bedroom. The door is open, and without thinking about it, you happen to turn your head in that direction only to see your roommate asleep and splayed on his bed, wearing only his boxers, with his erect penis protruding from the flap.

1. Coming home from grocery shopping, finding your roommate and the girl who recently dumped him sitting on the living couch and he, red-faced and crying, and you, with an armful of groceries that at this point you'd be willing to put on the kitchen counter and go to your room until the coast is clear, but you bought a lot of items in need of refrigeration and you don't know how long they're going to be in the living room. 1a) You're not very close with your roommate, and sometimes you kind of don't like him, so you're left wondering how or if you should broach the subject with your roommate later. Minor relief when he brings it up first.

Slayer, that post was both a response to Byron's stupid one and a swipe, however indirectly, at me. I was only trying to help.

It's slang. Means something that is true or factual. Has nothing to do with the internet.

I am surprised by just how much I like them. They're like if Bob Pollard loved the Homosexuals and Swell Maps more than the Who and the Byrds. EDIT: Be aware that I normally hate the "this band sounds like that band crossed with this other band" simile. It simply fits here.

They have some nice songs, but listening to an entire album is an endurance test.

Byron needs a time out.

That looks like it says "MILFY"

The vocals are ridiculously stupid, which, I suppose, is the point. One of the songs I heard on their myspace space sound as if the vox were recorded through a bong. That said, "Frenzy Lesbians" is the only of those titles to make me chuckle. The rest read as if they came from a grindcore title generator.

The Atlas Sound album I like; the Hello Blue Roses one I've yet to give a fair shot, as the one time I tried I was immediately turned off by the female singer's voice.

As for Brain Candy, I don't even think it lasted a week here. (Opened on Friday; gone by Wednesday.) My friend and I were the only people at the screening I attended.

Fifth, I think. The problem wasn't just stricter guidelines on what they could and could not get away with on CBS compared to HBO. From what I've read, relations between the Kids were becoming strained, to the point that more outside writers were brought in to help give the show some focus. This didn't help. The new writers stunk, and the cast members had grown less and less interested in working together. Increasingly, sketches were rehashes of old ideas and the best of the regular characters were continuously trotted out well past their expiration date.

Awful movie. These guys were a lost cause after they moved from HBO.