Wes Phillips

Here's seven minutes of the most cringe-worthy rock spectacle I've ever seen. The official story for this caca-phony is that the backing tapes were played back at 48kHz sampling rate as opposed to 44.1kHz. (Umm, in pro sound reinforcement, wouldn't it be the other way around?) I think Eddie, who has to be eligible for AARP now, was concentrating so hard on getting those jumps just right, he didn't notice the incredible suckitude of the solo—or, for that matter, the song.

Terry Jones 'fesses up that The Life of Brian might have been even more controversial than it was—thanks to a couple of deleted "Otto" scenes. However, says one of the two "nice" Pythons, that wasn't why he cut the material.

I caught Sahara on the tube the other night, and thought its blend of pure mindless fun and solid barely plausible technical background was perfect. It wasn't a great movie, but it was a great guy-flick.

Huckleberry doesn't care what I call it, that mouse thing is only interesting when I want to use it.

Gerard McBurney seems to share my Oliver Sacks blind spot (Uncle Tungsten, notwithstanding). I still haven't read Musicophilia and although I still intend to, I'm now less convinced that I will find it compelling.

"The globalization of the SYF reflects a series of stunning demographic and economic shifts that are pointing much of the world—with important exceptions, including Africa and most of the Middle East—toward a New Girl Order. It’s a man’s world, James Brown always reminded us. But if these trends continue, not so much."