To the best of my knowledge, December 31, 1989 was the first time that WWSP-90FM spent New Year’s Eve counting down the top ninety albums of the year. I took all of our charts from the yearly, dutifully compiled and … Continue reading One for Friday: Fetchin Bones, “I Dig You”
“‘But Grandma never said anything about how the places might make you feel. She wasn’t a talker, especially not about things like that. When she did talk, it was to tell you how to do something, or to tell you something that had happened before you were born, or to remind you how to act right. She had strict ideas about acting right. She wouldn’t touch you much either. What she liked to touch were woods things, things that came out of the ground. But even without the talking, she taught me to let into my insides the real of … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature
Just a quick reminder to myself: I really need to read a little tonight. Continue reading When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote, I’m a man with a mission in two or three editions
Earlier today, The Retroist posted an old TV commercial that got me thinking about the betrayals of my childhood years. Okay, maybe that’s unduly harsh, but I do have a short list of playthings that I longed for as a … Continue reading Charge it like a puzzle, hit me wearin’ muzzles
Clearly I need to figure out how to channel my inner gorilla. Continue reading Don’t worry be happy, things will get better naturally
#17 — Searching for Bobby Fischer (Steven Zaillian, 1993) There are so many things that movies do wonderfully well, arguably better than any other medium, and those naturally tend to be the elements that grab the attention more forcefully and … Continue reading Top Fifty Films of the 90s — Number Seventeen
I have a very busy day at work today (what’s holiday weekend of which you speak), but at least as I abandon the other member of the household, I can take solace in the fact that one of our movie channels has programming an offering seemingly just for her. Continue reading “There’s tentacles between our worlds,” he said, “so I believe”
Right around 1990, it seemed like every band in Manchester, England got to make a record. It was like they were going door-to-door and offering recording contracts. “Thank you for buying the Encyclopedia Britannica, here’s your studio time.” There were no complaint about this from college radio. The airwaves that beamed out to the left side of radio dials were filled with trippy, loping pop gems. For a time, it almost seemed that no other style could penetrate, at least until Nirvana and Pearl Jam ushered in the grunge era and we really discovered how monotonous and homogeneous “alternative” could … Continue reading One for Friday: The Mock Turtles, “And Then She Smiles”
I read a lot of comic books as a kid. This new series of posts is about the comics I read, and, occasionally, the comics that I should have read. I came to superhero comics a little late, during the … Continue reading My Misspent Youth: Fantastic Four by Stan Lee and John Buscema
(Due credit: I found this elsewhere.) Continue reading And maybe we’ll have all the fascists out of the way by then
