Propaganda is a 1979 A&M records sampler notable for live tracks from Joe Jackson and The Police. This was mandatory listening when I was a kid, and it still holds up. You […]
From the Stacks: Various – Propaganda
Deep Cuts: From the Class of 1984
Bruce wasn’t the only chart topper of 1984 whose worst songs also happen to be his most popular. The Billboard 100 singles chart for that year represents a tremendous amount of talent […]
Deep Cuts: Best Of Benefit Albums
Benefit gigs are great for a few reasons: they raise lots of money, and hopefully a good chunk of that flows to the designated charity; they bring together disparate artists that may […]
76. Return Of The Son Of Cutout Bin
I have a dish of songs next to me that have coagulated into that one giant chunk of striped hard candy that grandmothers try to palm off onto unsuspecting kids. None of these […]
From the Stacks: Party Party, Original Soundtrack
Never released in the United States, Party Party’s soundtrack at least makes it look like one of the stupid Eighties teen movies that have been this week’s topic. Maybe some of you UK readers […]
Deep Cuts: Top Ten Songs from Nic Cage Movies
Nicolas Cage’s career is a beautiful car wreck. It started off fast and wild, careening from weird to weirder. No matter how bad some of those early movies were he was always […]
61. Bewitched
I arrived early for my first day of work. My new manager issued me a stained tee-shirt and a bright orange pair of pedophile football coach shorts that were three sizes too […]
53. Try To Use A Mirror, No Bullet Or Knife
Despite its sprawl Boiling Springs High School was an oversized shotgun shack. An uninterrupted hallway ran like an artery from front to back door, the lettered A-B-C-D wings spreading out to either […]
49. This Is A Public Service Announcement (With Guitars)
“I’m not driving to Colorado every time your grandfather decides he’s dying,” my father muttered. He jammed the last of the luggage into the back of the station wagon. “He rotted his […]
46. Shake the Dust Off Of Your Wings and the Tears Out Of Your Eyes
Fifteen years old. In South Carolina at that time fifteen meant that I could drive a car. I could get a job, too. I could make my own money to go anywhere […]
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