Even as our economy continued to go up in flames like the Toyota Center, the carnival of WTF kept trolling along this week. It seemed that every day we saw something so asinine and foolish that we couldn't keep up. Jackson Family slavery museums, rock and roll fantasy camps, Kid Rock's new beer, "Assteriods" with Diamond Dave, and Glenn Danzig's new dating show kept WTF Island at full capacity.
We found out this week that the Jackson Five's Marlon Jackson, brother of Michael, is helping to fin
Crystal Stilts hails from Brooklyn, N.Y., and specializes in the sort of shoegaze-indebted garage rock that's so dangerously laid back it's just short of comatose. I've never caught 'em live, but my guess is that their shows are rapturous, daze-inducing events - religious drone-pop experiences, one suspects.
Aside from the Zombies, Clinic, or maybe the Velvet Underground, it's tough to imagine what artists and groups singer Brad Hargett, guitarist J.B. Townsend, keyboardist Kyle Forrester,
When He Said began researching the music that came out the year we were born, 1983, we were taken aback by how much of this music has warped, shaped and informed our life. Pretty much all of the albums and bands that were prevalent that year are still on our turntables and playlists. Why just this morning in the shower, we were rocking the first Metallica album while using just this darling facial cleanser we got from Avon. You wouldn't believe how well it invigorates your pores.
Anyway, the
New Moon, the second movie in the Twilight series, hits theaters this week, and even though the trailers alone have us ready to put it on our "Worst of 2009" lists ("Jake! NOOOO!"), there's no denying the movie is going to make more money than an underaged prostitute at a Promise Keepers convention. Midnight screenings are already sold out, and the legions of teens that flocked to the first film are now being joined by their mothers in an uncomfortable display of multi-generational lust we ha
