Hell’s Playlist: 23 Classic Hits Ruined by Repetition
For weeks on end I endured my boss's hellish radio station, with the most narrow-minded playlist of the same fifty or so recycled "super gold hits" on endless rotation.
For weeks on end I endured my boss's hellish radio station, with the most narrow-minded playlist of the same fifty or so recycled "super gold hits" on endless rotation.
First, ask yourself why you want to suddenly start playing the guitar. Most likely you either A) want to impress girls or B) nothing else. Great!
A soundtrack to your night of sweaty, slick passion is the closest you're ever going to come to recreating that scene in Titanic when Kate and Leo bone in the car.
It's time to overanalyze another Christmas song that you'll NEVER EVER be able to hear again without your mind going to a very dark place.
Meet the Minister's Quartet: four holy men who created one of the most historic albums ever to grace vinyl. Since its release, "Let Me Touch Him" has garnered a plethora of awards.
Last week at the Cannes Film Festival, a fashion designer by the name of Kanye West premiered his feature film, Cruel Summer. I got my hands on the original script.
Emma Watson said in interviews that she prefers Twilight because "it is more for girls and stuff." Similarly, Robert Pattinson lived entirely on Kellogg's Frosted Flakes to achieve his sparkly effect in Twilight.
Kid’n Around is a heart melting band created by Josh and Nathan Dweezler. Albums include "Free Candy at Our House!" and "White Van Comes a Callin’" both available on CD or cassette.
I bought liquor for two high school guys at a concert the other day, my first experience giving back to the underage alcoholic community I was once a member of.
Things I want for Christmas: Jeremy Sisto's voice, Leonardo DiCaprio's hair, Karen Filippelli (assuming she's still single), Gift cards, Maybe some DVDs, Robert Downey Jr.'s aura.
One of my friends is certain that the theme song for Family Matters is the same as the one for Full House. He was onto something.
How do you explain a group of 18-60 assorted teenagers from California dispensing hardcore, destructive rap antics to thousands of American youth? New age terrorism.