So she’s heterosexual and married. That’s two points off!
I guess Patricia Barber wins.
So she’s heterosexual and married. That’s two points off!
I guess Patricia Barber wins.
Dark side of the moon, this is something I cannot bear to listen to due to overexposure
How did I forget Elvis Costello - next good album he makes will be the first one.
I can see that.
But I have memories of an evening of mind altering substances, a Marantz 1060 integrated amp, Bose 501 speakers and an Advent cassette deck. Dark Side of The Moon playing, somebody had a strobe and there was a moth in the room.
I probably haven’t listened to it more than twice since then.
And I probably love him for the absolute wrong reasons, his album with Burt Bacharach. Ok, I said it. I feel better about myself now.
Love that one (like the rest of Costello). Hate Bacharach.
Anything by any winner of those countless talent(less) TV shows. God awful. Sometimes the critic are right and the public is wrong, this is one of them.
You don’t like Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood?
Are they TV talent show winners? If yes, then no I don’t like them.
American Idol, season 1 and 4.
I don’t like Carrie Underwood. She’s a diehard Nashville Predators fan. Liked her husband though. Good hockey player.
All of the Grateful Dead. Are they something I’m “supposed to like,” though?
What has that got to do with anything?
“You don’t like Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood?”
…and I don’t like Carrie Underwood’s music either.
Kid A was ahead of its time. I heard it late one night 2 AM driving down the highway. It made a huge impression on me. Still does especially alone listening on a dark night.
Most rap. What happened to singing?
But really if I hear any, I mean any Elton John I got to get as far away as possible.
I love Daft Punk, each to their own
Apropos of nothing, this is a great Daft Punk cover…
Micheal Jackson, don’t like anyone that can’t pronounce words properly. The worst has to be “Diller” sorry meant Thriller
This. And really anything by Pink Floyd, especially The Wall. Their metronome was stuck on 80 bpm. They had the rhythmic complexity of a plodding high school marching band. Maybe it helped if you were Comfortably Numb.
Were we not all, back then?