Perhaps you have experienced the euphoria brought on by a new romantic interest. The Black Eyed Peas have cleverly likened this experience to the intoxicating and addictive qualities of a drug, a metaphorical comparison that as far as I can tell has never before been made by anyone with the exception of Ke$ha, Seal, Robert Palmer, The Beatles, Shakespeare and just about everyone else in human history.
Before I moved out here, I was under the distinct impression that California was all about fun—an opinion bolstered by the incessant airing of a…
In the long-awaited, long-overdue return of this feature, we make a run for the borderline that pits ’80s mainstream icon vs. ’80s indie icon.
In this new feature, I’ll be examining the lyrics to a current Top 10 hit in excruciating detail for no reason other than to mock…
As supporters of KUSF continue to raise funds to challenge the University of San Francisco’s sale of its transmitter, the campus station’s DJs who were…
Having covered music in smallish Michigan towns has given me a considerably deeper understanding of the various subgenres of heavy metal than I might have…
I only watched half the Super Bowl (unfortunately a half that included Black Eyed Peas), and I really only half-watched that portion. But my attention…
Hey, this Internet thing works after all. Someone out there in the inky void of cyberspace stumbled across my Decemberists Glossary and posted a comment…
Today we answer the eternal question: On what should we blame it?
Two songs enter. One song leaves. Well, OK, both leave. It’s not like we erase all traces of the losing song from the Internet, but…