Ty Burr rules: “‘The Canyon’ is so singularly inept it gives you a whole new appreciation for the ept.” http://bit.ly/2NHSuS
Hey, cool! “Heat” and “Logan’s Run” Blu-rays on my doorstep!
It might just be the cold medicine talking, but this Bill Cosby rap record isn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.
Finished my review of the REO Speedwagon holiday album. Contains the phrase “all the charisma and vocal authority of a hairless kitten.”
Attention, gentlemen: Emmanuelle Chriqui would appreciate it if you shaved your balls. http://bit.ly/3ZNynP
RT @kevinmontgomery: Advice on getting from MT to Laramie, Wy today? We play there tonight; roads are closed. We’re here: http://ow.ly/xiZF
Well, if Jerry Seinfeld’s wife can do it … http://bit.ly/hf3he
You need to hear Sting’s “Cold Song” to believe it. I dare you to play this loud in your office: http://bit.ly/1SB2EF
It’s still early, but I think Sting may have finally created something whose towering inessentiality eclipses his work in “The Bride.”
And now for the Sting holiday album, which will, I’m guessing, teach me what Christmas has to do with something called “soul cake.”
The one time I ask anything of Tori Amos, she lets me down. How unbelievably selfish of her.
Tori’s Christmas record is neither as crappy nor as batshit weird as I wanted it to be. It’s just pretty and kind of boring.