Music is supposed to be the universal language, but a swish pan across your CD collection and mine will only illustrate how much music keeps us apart. Only a fraction of the stuff can we both listen to without forcing infomercial smiles. Half of my enjoyment of music stems from listening without knowing whether I'm going to hate something or not, whereas most people are like radio programmers who just want the hits and shun music outside the chosen format. And unlike most... More >>>
Pickin' on Springsteen: Forget the runaway American dream -- next stop, Hooterville! Trade in those wings for some wheels, preferably attached to a stinky ol' truck.