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An instructional workout cassette. Grab some beer and donuts and listen.

Skinny Guy painting by Gene Dillon.

Skinny Guy painting by Gene Dillon.

This just in—Cristy and her brother Chad apparently, seized by a spasm of bland commercialism, wrote a new song for Bob Seger: “Against the Grain.”

This important document was just leaked to me… The chorus, well, write it yourself…

All right, bitches.

Check out what I just found:

AGAINST THE GRAIN

We were young and courageous
Had nothing to lose
Stood strong against the authority
And we also paid our dues

Seventeen years old
Not a care in the world
Our backs against the wall
Ready to unwhirl

The best years of my life
Never played by the rules
Tearing down walls
Always played the fools

Bob Seger performs at the Country Music Hall of Fame Inductions on Sunday, Oct. 21, 2012 in Nashville, Tenn. (Photo by Wade Payne/Invision/AP)

Bob Seger performs at the Country Music Hall of Fame Inductions on Sunday, Oct. 21, 2012 in Nashville, Tenn. (Photo by Wade Payne/Invision/AP)

It wasn’t at all easy, but we put together an hour of rock songs that portray drugs in an unmistakably negative light. Get sober, get depressed, pull the covers up to your nose, turn off and tune in.

He seen the damage done.

He seen the damage done.

Is it a sign that a band has lost its way when they record a song about how rock and roll is totally kick-ass? I mean, how many putrid examples can you think of? The Stones, Bob Seger, Huey Lewis, Kiss… Ew ew ew. Hurting for ideas? Or do they really think those songs are a contribution?

It’s a problem. Well, one we couldn’t resist exacerbating. Here’s a couple hours of preaching to the converted.

I take my card and I stand in line... Sonny, is this where the bingo tournament is?

I take my card and I stand in line… Sonny, is this where the bingo tournament is?

Joanie, quit ridin me. Why don’t you go brew me some more of that Tanzanian Peaberry.

Here’s the weirdest radio show Cristy and I have done so far.

A radio show about the (self-)important music of the 1960s.

The Shallow End, with Mike Nickels and Joanie Cokespoon. Music for thinking people, from when the music mattered.

Download an hour’s worth of attitude here.

Cope Cumpston joins Cristy to spin music by women and discuss two lives’ journey in two hours time.

A wonderful dialog across generations set to a great soundtrack.


Recently named Metamucil’s spokesband. Here we see the group on the video shoot for “Owner of a Congestive Heart.”


So I guess Queen has re-formed, with Paul Rodgers (formerly of Free, Bad Company, and testosterone spank-fest The Firm) at the helm. I want to know who in the hell masterminded THIS geriatric disaster of seismic proportions.

Queen without Freddie Mercury is like… Queen without Freddie Mercury. There is no analogy appropriate enough to express this.

Seriously. Get the cane.

Here’s our remix of their hit single.

Attributed to Will Dunham, Reuters:

“U.S. doctors have found the Bee Gees’ 1977 disco anthem ‘Stayin’ Alive’ provides an ideal beat to follow while performing chest compressions as part of CPR on a heart attack victim.”
Just one more freakin’ thing for those damned baby  boomers to be smug about.

Rolling Stone is widely considered to be the authority on music, with its Encyclopedia of Rock and Roll, top 500 lists (artists, albums, LP covers), and album guides. But I beg to differ. The fourth edition of Rolling Stone’s Album Guide (“10,000 of the best rock, pop, hip-hop and soul records”) is rife with lazy mistakes. Along with numerous grammar and usage inconsistencies, I found these monstrous errors:

Isobel Campbell doesn’t sing Belle and Sebastian’s “Waiting for the Moon to Rise”; Sarah Martin does.
Black Box Records should be Black Box Recorder.
Madonna’s “Beautiful Stranger” isn’t a “giddy Bond soundtrack hit”; it’s from the second “Austin Powers” movie. (Her “Die Another Day” is from the Bond movie of the same name.)
“Nature’s Way” isn’t a “Rare Earth nugget”; it’s by Spirit.
Metallica is omitted. This seems strange because the band is undeniably successful and boasts a vast album repertoire. I find it odd that Megadeth and Slayer merit entries and Metallica doesn’t.
Rolling Stone might be getting so secure with its elite status that the editors are getting lazy. And why not? It’s not like anyone’s going to question the almighty Rolling Stone. But I’m taking a stand against such rock-n-roll sloth: I propose that Rolling Stone HIRE ME AS A COPY EDITOR AND FACT-CHECKER. I’ll work cheap; I just ask to be credited on the editors’ page and be extensively thanked in the acknowledgements section for restoring its good name.