Make it right.
Sunday, thoughtful Sunday.
Do not understand.
That was the Mustang for old people. What am I supposed to drive when I’m 70 now?
Behold! A pale horse.
Blood calls to blood.
Here we go again.
Sometimes you need to shut up and do.
Criminally underappreciated band from the ’90s. Look up “Just a Visitor” for another great track. This is my favorite video ever.
If this is the new world, we might as well go meet it.
Sundays are for families.
Il ne fait pas pleut.
This is one of those things I thought I’d swiped from other civilizations for Citizen X, and then it turned out it was already well-established exactly the way you’d figure, i.e. The Temple of Astarte acting as county brothel.
Veronica Mars is smarter than me. But really, who isn’t these days?
Late April, apparently.
Can you imagine being Joey and singing this song about your bandmate for three decades? Jeez.
Things have a way of circling around.
Shane, you’re always there for a pick-me-up.
Sometimes it is dying.
I am not a man of great musical taste, but I know what I like.
And, what the hey. Make a GTA sweep.
I love how this song creeps and slinks along like a spider walking its web. The rattle at the end, too, is the perfect cap.
I will MAKE you be happy, dammit. There’s too much comedy to prep today for frowning and fear. You…you CAN force someone to be happy, right?
But in truth, everybody gets hurt.
Things are different now.
Gorgeous day in the city requires an elevated chin and a ball to kick around.
The studio version’s a little more wistful, but what the hey, at least this take’s clean and tight.
I’m running on plasma. Give me an hour to work up to running on fumes.
Punk reactively rejected Green Day for succeeding at their jobs, but anyone who helped co-write “Radio” for Rancid is okay by me.
I’m declaring war on comics this summer. I’d declare war on life, but why pick fights with someone bigger than you?
I’m not even kidding you; this song kept me alive a few years back.
You want to be careful listening to this.
Thank God I have a full desk this week.
I’ve been asking “What have I done?” too much lately.