Southern Gothic TV Hour: True Detective

truedetective3Let it be known that I am not a cheerleader for television.  It doesn’t get me excited.  I’ll occasionally find an episode of South Park deserving of praise, but other than that, the well-written, well-acted, well-produced shows that everybody rants and raves about do not get the blood pumping for me.  In fact, the crazed and never ending over-hype usually turns me off of loved programs regardless of how good they are.  Nothing ruins a piece of episodic entertainment for me more than people who won’t shut up about it.  Your adulation is nothing more than white noise to me.  I ignore it.

35 Albums in 35 Years: 1985

In an ongoing attempt to bleed my opinions all over your computer screen, I’m selecting one album from every year that I’ve been alive that has some sort of significance to me…and then writing about it.  Welcome back to 35 Albums in 35 Years.

 

tomwaits1985: Tom Waits’ Rain Dogs

Some years seem to generate so many more albums that hold special places in my heart than others.  It becomes a challenge to not only pick one to write about, but to even narrow the number down to a manageable level to begin with.  1985 is one of those years.  I kind of agonized over which record to choose.  In the end though, there was really only one direction to go in.

Underrated: Marilyn Manson’s “Mechanical Animals”

marilynmansonI’ve decided that I don’t care about your opinions on Marilyn Manson.  I don’t want to hear them, so keep them to yourselves.  But here’s mine.

Let’s just throw it out there: Marilyn Manson’s 1998 album Mechanical Animals is vastly underrated.  There.  I said it.  And I meant it.  Though it was a commercial success, the record seems to take a lot of slag because of Manson’s waning popularity, his propensity for douchebaggery, and his later and ongoing lackluster output.  It suffers because its creator has become the butt of so many jokes.  Forgotten because, you know, the 90’s.  So, let’s revisit it.  Let’s put make-up on, don a suit of prosthetic, nipple-less breasts, curse and sneer, and give Mechanical Animals another chance.  It deserves it.  And so do we.

Cue the Bugles Triumphant

(Or…the article in which Tommy probably gets too personal.)

Cue Sonic Youth’s “Compilation Blues.”

35 Albums in 35 Years: 1984

In an ongoing attempt to bleed my opinions all over your computer screen, I’m selecting one album from every year that I’ve been alive that has some sort of significance to me…and then writing about it.  Welcome back to 35 Albums in 35 Years.

 

princepurplerain1984: Prince’s Purple Rain

Another Death Panel

image courtesy of kids.britannica.com

image courtesy of kids.britannica.com

Dying as some decent music plays.

Many a round table discussion was had with my friends, colleagues, classmates, and roommates when I was in college, topics running the gauntlet from gender issues to geo-political “isms,” drug use to art, collective hopes and dreams to pop culture analysis.  Opinions varied.  Tempers sometimes flared and cooled.  And all the while through a lovely and gentle haze of suds and smoke, ideas flourished.

35 Albums in 35 Years: 1983

In an ongoing attempt to bleed my opinions all over your computer screen, I’m selecting one album from every year that I’ve been alive that has some sort of significance to me…and then writing about it.  Welcome back to 35 Albums in 35 Years.

 

brianenoapollo1983: Brian Eno’s Apollo: Atmospheres and Soundtracks

Drop the needle, take a step back, close your eyes…and float.  A meditative state.  Serenity.  Tranquility.  The feeling of weightlessness in space or under water.  Eyes closed and legs crossed.  Deep breaths.  Transcendence.  Such is Brian Eno’s 1983 ode to the Apollo moon missions, Apollo: Atmospheres and Soundtracks, the perfect sonic picture of the wonder of space travel.

34 of 36« First...1020...3233343536

EnglishFrenchGermanItalianPortugueseRussianSpanish