They’re damn good songs, they’ve never gotten tiresome and they sound as great today as they did the day they were released.
A lot of their best material has been obscured by the very same reputation that they fought for and won.
The Z Review caught up with him and subjected him to the probing journalistic exercise we like to call “Five Questions.”
The death of Tom Petty represents an enormous loss to popular music. It’s no exaggeration to say that music fans of every stripe will be devastated by the loss.
As a fan of the show, I couldn’t be happier that after all these years, Larry David has undergone exactly no personal growth, and has completely ignored the consequences of his own shitty behavior.
If you’re a committed fan and you don’t believe his songs are sacrosanct cultural pillars that must never be altered, then this album is a fine way to spend 40 minutes.
The twins can’t do anything separately. You almost wonder if, at dinner, Claire chews the food and then spits it into Shawn’s mouth to swallow, like a bird feeding her young.
Fuck you, cable company. That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
People would just be sitting at home, watching “B.J. and the Bear,” and they would just explode, leaving almost nothing behind, except for a charred recliner, dripping with melted fat.
Today, with Hefner’s passing and the attendant handwringing and woke takes that will follow, I would like to take this opportunity to say I’m staying out of both the lionizing and the demonizing.