Die Another Day, by Madonna Done! Donedonedonedonedone! Whee! We went to the mall tonight because it’s supposed to be 20 matriarch-fornicating degrees tomorrow morning and frostbitten thigh-chub is not a prospect to which I look forward, so I had to get me some sex-ay spandex, which Grandma Texas got me, … more behind the clicky
Working for the Man, by PJ Harvey bruce Springsteen is known for not having opening acts. Legend has it that this practice stems from his own (thankless) time in the opening slot and his reluctance to inflict this apparent torture on others. In truth, I’ve often wondered whether headliners aren’t … more behind the clicky
Death of a Train, by Daniel Lanois 1. Grandma Texas is here! All week! Details of hijinks to follow! 2. Barney is playing fetch with me — he brings me his mousie, drops it at my feet, waits expectantly, and when I toss it, scurries a wild Scooby-run-scramble after it, … more behind the clicky
Let’s Dance, by David Bowie Put on your Christmas boots and dance the blues? We were looking at the Christmas stuff this evening, Eliza and I, and when she saw the Christmas stockings, she said, “Want to put on DESE boots!” Then she looked at them and decided, “You don’t … more behind the clicky
Desenchantee, by Mylene Farmer I was so sure I pontificated on the War on Christmas last year, and yet, multiple searches turned up nothing. I must’ve had a rare moment of discretion, a quality I find I have less of than I once thought (Hi, A&J, sorry about that whole … more behind the clicky