Incidentally, I discovered a nice piece of trivia the Buffistas would appreciate. The composer, Joby Talbot, also wrote the score for the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy film, including the wonderful "So Long and Thanks for All the Fish," number.
Buffy: I was regrouping. Spike: You were about to be regrouped into separate piles.
'Potential'
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Sean K - Dec 20, 2006 9:55:47 am PST #4627 of 10003
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Daisy Jane - Dec 20, 2006 12:51:40 pm PST #4628 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Question. How would someone go about visiting this buffistarawk thingie?
DavidS - Dec 20, 2006 1:16:26 pm PST #4629 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
How would someone go about visiting this buffistarawk thingie?
I will answer you via the email.
Daisy Jane - Dec 20, 2006 1:28:36 pm PST #4630 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Then I will check the email!
DavidS - Dec 20, 2006 1:29:26 pm PST #4631 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Then I will check the email!
It should be filled with important information about BR as well as pertinent spam about "Hott Rectal Action!!1!"
Daisy Jane - Dec 20, 2006 1:37:09 pm PST #4632 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
So...not the one where I send y'all $5,000 and then you deposit $1,000,000 into my account is it?
DavidS - Dec 20, 2006 1:47:17 pm PST #4633 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Pffft. What would you do with a million dollars? Your life's already perfect.
Interesting tidbit from the Slate music year-end roundup. Jody Rosen confirms my opinion that modern Nashville country is really just power pop in disguise.
I spent lots of time listening to country in '06 (the Nashville kind, not alt-), and the unkindest cut on my albums list was Dierks Bentley's Long Trip Alone, nipped at the finish line by Willie Nelson and his gravitas. Long Trip Alone is a great big slab o' hokum—Dierks spins a lot of grizzled talk about the open road and compares himself to a "worn-out pair of boots"—but it has everything that I love about current Nashville country, which, in case you haven't noticed, is really old-fashioned melodic pop-rock with better words. If you like loud guitars that crash between minor chords, sing-along choruses, smart narrative lyric-writing, and have a higher-than-average tolerance for the purple stuff, CMT is heaven.
DavidS - Dec 20, 2006 2:16:41 pm PST #4634 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Responding to another section of Jody's year-end review:
But I think I'll leave you with a surprising revelation: The worst song the year was not, I repeat not, "You're Beautiful," by the rabidly loathed James Blunt. (I'll bet you can guess his cockney rhyming nickname.)
I need to note that when I can't avoid this song on the radio or in a store I subconsciouisly replace the word "beautiful" with "newticle" (which is, of course, a prosthetic testicle). This changes the song from "You're Beautiful" to "Your Newticle" - which is infinitely more intriguing.
DXMachina - Dec 20, 2006 2:24:54 pm PST #4635 of 10003
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
This is where I give thanks that the only radio I listen to is sports talk, because I've never heard of James Blunt, or his song.
(I'll bet you can guess his cockney rhyming nickname.)
Wasn't this a Monty Python sketch?
DavidS - Dec 20, 2006 2:36:51 pm PST #4636 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
This is where I give thanks that the only radio I listen to is sports talk, because I've never heard of James Blunt, or his song.
It is the most tedious strum dude song ever. His wussitude is so great he makes Dan Fogelberg look like James Hetfield. Overcooked pasta is less limp. It's the kind of music that would make Angel misty-eyed.