Trent Reznor talks about computer-assisted music:

Ah, the 80s.

Last night, Jenny and I went to the Nissan Pavillion to see the Bauhaus/NIN show. The following is non-inclusive list of the ways we realized we’re getting old (although, in Jenny’s case, she is):

• We dressed normally. No excessive black. No crazy makeup. No quick dyejobs of the hair. No fishnets. Nope. Jeans and a t-shirt. The closest I came was that I was wearing my Doc Martins, but as they’re more like “business casual” Docs, they don’t quite count.
• We bought tickets on the lawn. Sure, there were plenty of seats left further up, but damnit, that music is just too loud!
• Those damn kids. See Jenny’s post about the most egregious incident.
• The last time seeing the band in concert. It was so, so long ago.
• Dancing? Pft, yeah right. Sit down, kids, and enjoy the music. Unless you’re in the pit. Then yes, do something. And seriously, if you just have to dance, remember this isn’t a rave. You don’t have glowsticks and whistles. So don’t dance like it, dumbass.
• We left early. Yes, we did voluntarily left early. After about an hour of NIN’s performance, it was 10:15′ism, and we realized: stick a fork in us, we’re done. Suddenly, our parents wanting to leave public performances early made sense.

So, aside from the opening act, a pretty good show. Bauhaus could’ve performned longer, but oh well.

My Bible study don’t want none unless you got book, hon

(sorry about the pun in the title)

You’re probably wondering, right about now, “what would the Super Mario theme sound like, played on two guitars?”

Well, wonder no more!

Refund Possible If You Bought Evanescence’s ‘Anywhere But Home’

HAGERSTOWN, Md. (AP) – People who bought Evanescence’s album “Anywhere But Home” at any Maryland Wal-Mart store last year would be entitled to a refund from Sony BMG Music Entertainment under a proposed settlement in a lawsuit that claims the album contained explicit lyrics but didn’t carry a parental advisory sticker.

Here I was, hoping that someone had finally wised up and started allowing refunds for albums that suck.

Johnny Cash sings, for you, Wo Ist Zu Hause Mama?. Who knew!

Link via WFMU’s blog, with an amusing bit about the emergency broadcast system.