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.
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When Luis Sinco snapped Lance Corporal James Blake Miller's picture, he was photographing a hero. But heroes aren't always what they seem&mdash;and they don't always play to type.

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I caught <I>Sahara</I> 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.

Conspicuous consumption for pets&mdash;and its discontents.