We’ve been here, at the Hate Hotel We’re living together, we’re living in Hell You know one day it’s gonna stop Or we’ll kill each other for sure Cause I’m a monster And you know it so well Cause you’re a monster too And you’re doing it swell We’re monsters It’s just our genetic composure……
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side? Like this song needs any introduction from me, amirite? And here comes the next question: how in the wide, wide world of sports is the great George Harrison’s What Is Life any measure of a holiday…
Lacey things, the wife is missing. Didn’t ask, for her permission I’m wearing her clothes, Her silk pantyhose. Walking ’round in women’s underwear… Yes, I know, I’m about two weeks late with this year’s Buttkickin’ Holidays Songs so you’ll have to forgive me for my slackitude. So let’s make up for that with a little…
You know, I always kind of respected Hanson when they broke out, when was that, the late 90s? I’m a sucker for good pop music, and those three young brothers definitely had an ear for a strong hooks and catchy melodies. Plus they were an actual band, right? They weren’t a bunch of puffed-up prettyboys…
Don Dixon produced some of the greatest power pop/alt pop/music PERIOD, including such seminal records as R.E.M.’s Murmur and Reckoning and The Smithereens Especially For You and Green Thoughts, and has worked with the likes of Matthew Sweet, Marshall Crenshaw, and The Connells, which means he’s responsible for a huge chunk of music over which…
It’s not Christmas without a little cheese metal, is it? I kind of like Helix’s take on the perennial holiday classic Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree. It doesn’t stand in the way of the melody, doesn’t try some massive reinterpretation of the song or the message; they just plug in and rock that sucker out.…
It’s not the holiday season for me without some Jethro Tull. Something about Ian Anderson’s arrangements, soaring flute passages, and witching-hour vocals just evokes powerful imagery of, as C. S. Lewis might put it, the Deep Magic from the Dawn of Time; music with one foot in the Ancient Pagan world, but also one in…
Well that magical feel-good time of the year is upon us, my friends! A bit of frost in the air, a touch of snow on the ground, burning leaves and hot apple cider and molassess cookies and… no wait, I live in South Florida. It’s hot, muggy, rainy, and even our ginormous flying cockroaches are…
Eight is the number of infinity One more than what you know how to be And this is the light of festivity When your broken heart yearns to be free Here’s a Hokeyboy Fun Fact: my Hebrew name is also Matisyahu. Hah! And let’s also be really real for a moment: the pool of “buttkickin’”…
This is song of beauty and of timeless atmosphere. Fleet Foxes’s celebrated 2008 song White Winter Hymnal has the rich, swirling atmospherics of memory, all detail twirling like wisps in the corners of our vision and trailing out of focus the moment we try to stare too intently. I picture cold winter mornings, gray skies…