about a month ago I recieved my magazine wrapped in red letters, threatening the end of an era. "This is your last issue!" How exciting! I since have received two more issues.
This month, apparantly, we still hate Bush, his evil conspirings straight from the pages of a DC comic. Rolling Stone is my Clark Kent. But I skip these pages for fear of discovering an opinion hidden deep with in. The stress would surely kill.
Politics aside, we're left with very little. Ryan Adams writes lots of songs, smokes weed and likes the Dead. Dorks are cool again and Death Cab for Cutie are alot like Nirvana.
I feel cool, like high school, because one of the artist in the "artist to watch" section has been in my rotation for months. oh yeah! I'm the guy who in before it's in to be in.
As for the album reviews, lets give 'em all 3 stars, which I think means, "wait and see what everybody else says." We manage to get a few opinions out of them. Rolling Stones and Paul McCartney both put out four star albums. Also, Hootie and the Blowfish still suck.
(note: interesting article on Rick Rubin. I'll have to come back and read it later)
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Rick Rubin still sleeps with his parents.
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