December 2008
5 posts
How Do You Know It's Christmas Time?
When the angels on high send you their pretty, New Wave earthbound seraphim to greet you in sonorous tones. It’s the greatest gift one could receive. All of one’s icons are accounted for:
Paul Young, well…he’s pretty cool.
Boy George: the painted saint of blurring the lines between good and evil, soul and pop, man and woman.
Saint LeBon whose names translates to...
Peter Horton's Very Merry Christmas
Dear Santa,
Please release the entire series of thirtysomething on DVD, so that on those frigid winter days when the skies range in hue from pale grey to dirty, dirty grey, I can cuddle up in front of the inferno that is my heater, drink White Russians and revisit my yuppie chums Hope, Melissa, and that bastard character played by Ken Olin.
Those Baby Boomers were so entertaining. As a child,...
Man, I Ain't Changed, But I Know I Ain't the Same
I must be a sucker for hackneyed images of Americana and trite aphorisms because I consider The Wallflower’s “One Headlight” to be the song I would sing along to for the rest of my god-fearing days before I “hit the end” or “window ledge”—you know, whichever comes first.
Its faux melancholic blues envelops me and I acquiesce, letting Bobby D’s...
