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After the shooting spree at the University of California, Santa Barbara on Friday, the young killer left behind a chilling manifesto and YouTube video highlighting his sexual alienation as a motivation for his crimes. With the blood still drying, Washington Post film critic Ann Hornaday singled out an unusual source of blame for the killings – Seth Rogen and Judd Apatow movies…

Oy. Sure enough, Rogen and Apatow reacted to Hornaday’s attempt to blame them with outrage, and I can’t say I blame them. It’s hard to even know where to start with this. Unlike many, I don’t even disagree with the basic notion that we should pay attention to how entertainment morally shapes our kids. But in an era of ubiquitous and instantaneous pornography, complaining about comedies playing at the cineplex makes it seem like Hornaday’s priorities are a bit skewed.

  • A new Queen album cometh with previously unreleased material featuring Freddie Mercury


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  • Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones wants some glory hole
  • Sean Penn‘s hair
  • Whatever became of the Ice-T/David Hasselhoff rap album?


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Totem Song of the Moment

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Looks like there is no shortage of swell covers of this song by The Who.

To wit:

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From where I sit, Leif wins the fight. I like his less-polished take. But I never cared much for the original anyway.

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I pit the Breeders’ version of “the Freed Pig” vs. the Sebadoh original. I like both equally. And you?

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These gems comprised a good portion of my heavy rotation playlist in 2013. (In no particular order, though presented alphabetically here).

I also really liked the new Neko Case album.

And according to scientists somewhere, here are the 10 most relaxing songs from a study commissioned by a bubble bath and shower-gel outfit called Radox Spa.

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I posit that “Strangers When We Meet” is a pretty great and under-appreciated David Bowie song, particularly the version that appears on his album Outside.

Have a listen, by god.


All my friends

Now seem so thin and frail

Slinky secrets

Hotter than the sun

No peachy prayers

No trendy rechauffe

I’m with you

So I can’t go on


All my violence

Raining tears upon the sheet

I’m bewildered/resentful

For we’re strangers when we meet


Blank screen TV

Preening ourselves in the snow

Forget my name

But I’m over you

Blended sunrise

And it’s a dying world

Humming Rheingold

We scavenge up our clothes


Cold tired fingers

Tapping out your memories

Halfway sadness

Dazzled by the new

Your embrace

Was all that I feared

That whirling room

We trade by vendu


Steely resolve

Is falling from me

My poor soul

All bruised passivity

All your regrets

Ride roughshod over me

I’m so glad

That we’re strangers when we meet

I’m so thankful

That we’re strangers when we meet

I’m in clover

For we’re strangers when we meet

Heel head over

And we’re strangers when we meet

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Al Goldstein passed away last week.

Here is a fantastic interview he did with David Allan Coe many moons ago.


Also: check out Jim Goad‘s remembrance of Al over at Street Carnage.

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