White Room is the Scariest Song Ever
How is it possible for a song to terrify you? There is something unnerving, ethereal and uncanny about Cream’s masterpiece — White Room — that still chills me over 40 years after its creation.

How is it possible for a song to terrify you? There is something unnerving, ethereal and uncanny about Cream’s masterpiece — White Room — that still chills me over 40 years after its creation.

I was innocently listening to the radio yesterday when a song popped on the public airwaves called “Don’t Trust Me” by 3oh!3. Here is part of the disgusting lyric set to a bouncy beat and a bubblegum melody:
Don’t trust a hoe
Never trust a hoe
Won’t trust a hoe,
Won’t trust me!Shush girl
Shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller
and talk with your hips

Continue reading → Do the Helen Keller and Talk with Your Hips!
Barack Obama gave the Queen of England an iPod. I think the iPod is a terrific gift that was appropriately personalized with music and commemorative video — but some in the mainstream press are ticklish over their feigned outrage at Obama’s “inappropriate” gift giving style.

Rice University has done it again! First, they made the connection for eroding aphasia, now they’re quantifying how music can meditate the mind.

Bruce Springsteen is back. His latest album — “Working on a Dream” — is acoustic and impressive. The haunting in his voice is everlasting.

Continue reading → Bruce Springsteen Working on a Spill in Aisle Two
Yesterday’s rather boring Macworld Expo did have one good glimmer of freedom: iTunes will no longer protect its music with the awful DRM that I hate. Digital Rights Management was a golden goose egg that arrived too late and under-cooked. I was pleased with the announcement that iTunes music would finally belong to those that bought it because that’s the way it was always supposed to be: Only the container changed. When I jumped into the iTunes store to upgrade my 4,000 song strong iTunes-purchased library, I was met with this offer to upgrade: $270.84USD for 1,304 total songs. I clicked that “BUY” button and the download parade began. Almost.

Another year, another list of favorites, and another year of my still not being Oprah – on the bright side, you know you won’t see any mentions of the va-jay-jay, after that one of course.
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