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In case you’re Tom Hanks (3) in the Saturday Night Live Mr. Short Term Memory sketches or just new to the magic of Cinema Blend Music, I’ll give you a little run down of how this article works. I was at Lollapalooza all weekend. You probably weren’t. Therefore, since I’m an affable sort of guy, I’ll fill you in about all the goings on ... read more |
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Before becoming the biggest band to ever grace humanity, The Beatles began their career as most musicians do – playing small clubs. Little did they know it would come back to haunt them over four decades later. Well, it has, in the form of what sounds like a major lawsuit. No, this is not Michael Jackson selling “All You Need is Love” to a disposable diaper commercial ... read more |
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As a pretty serious music fan, it seems odd I’d only have eight rap songs (nine if you let me count “Hey Ya” by Outkast) on my iPod. Sure, I only have one techno song, but wide-pupiled pseudo-hippy bozos with glow sticks and stashes of ecstasy hardly wield the same cultural relevance as an entire generation of disenchanted, fast-talking urban youths ... read more |
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Oh Mustang, how unfair that others remain in the spotlight. Your loud, overly pronounced sister, Stratocaster, is easily the more outspoken, the more thought-of, and it is tragically true, the more popular. But people are fools, aren’t they? Veterans and newcomers, who would think each could be as easily tricked, conned into their misguided preferences? ... read more |
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I heard you’ve been having problems with your woman. The bitch reached up high–to the ho-zone layer–and gave your arch nemesis a reacharound. On your birthday. In an Olive Garden bathroom. That’s cold, broseph. Don’t worry, Mack is here to save you. We’ll take that streetwalker down a few pegs. No, I can’t advocate using a right hook to exact revenge, but an ironic and timely mixtape can do wonders where your sissy slaps might fail ... read more |
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Unfortunately, defining the specific criteria was far easier than getting my opinionated and often times hard-headed writers to agree on who exactly was worthy of inclusion. In a fit of rage, I threw them all inside a dank World War I trench, with only their willfullness, a quill, and some papyrus. A few never made it out alive, but their passing was a worthy sacrifice for perfection ... read more |
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