The surrealistic twangy throb of this song somehow puts me in mind of country music of some old order, but damned if I can find anything specific to really pin it on. Extremely overeducated rockabilly, perhaps.
As the lyricist for all of Elton John's best material, he's one of the most successful pop songwriters of all time. For that high level of success, he gets very little credit.
The boys in Blur are back - sort of. . .
A mini-video of still images of the band interspersed with photoshopped tricks and low-bitrate streaming metalcore MP3's.
"We all live in fairly dangerous times in terms of freedom of speech and freedom of expression." Bullshit, Elvis. What danger is this? Has Sean Penn even been given a traffic ticket for trafficking in stupid ass useful idiocy?
New studies show FCC travel was paid for by the industry they're supposed to be regulating.
The suspense and moral elements of this tale have long overshadowed Gary Cooper's portrayal of a just man abandoned by cowards.
The Raging Critic tackles the AI2 Finals extravaganza.
But let's give the fine people at No-Contact Jackets a break. After all, they're in the business of selling electric shock jackets to protect women from the numberless hordes, not statistics, even if one of them does go to MIT.