Friday Rocks: "Wish," by Nine Inch Nails

This one comes with a birthday dedication. To Dan ... 29 years, on your way to Hell.

Friday Rocks: "This Is Not For You," by Pearl Jam

My favorite Pearl Jam song, in all its angry and shambling rock glory.

Friday Rocks: "Sabbra Cadabra," by Black Sabbath

Friday Rocks: "Taxi," by Harry Chapin

 
Not exactly rockin', but it'll do.

Friday Rocks: "Journey to the Center of the Mind," by the Amboy Dukes

Friday Rocks: "CIA Man," by The Fugs

RIP Tuli Kupferberg.

Friday Rocks: "Light Me Up," by Ween

"I'm a friggin' man of steel, 

I got lots of sex appeal,

Do you want to make a deal?"

Friday Rocks: "Evidence," by Faith No More

I'm mere hours from seeing them in concert. I never believed I'd say that.

Friday Rocks: "Somebody Super Like You," from "Phantom of the Paradise"

I can't get enough. And this time here's an actual clip from the movie! This really, really rocks.

What to do ... what to do ...

I admit I'm a little spent after The Countdown. All together, that's the most I've written over a sustained period of time since college. It was fun, but it drained my brain battery a little. I'll need to recharge before I get the ideas flowing again. It won't take long, though, I swear.

Until then, how about a little "Phantom of the Paradise"? Take it away, Mr. Williams ...



I just love it gets down at the end. Man, where would the Seventies have been without cocaine?

Friday Rocks: "One Big Holiday," by My Morning Jacket

This thing just cooks, especially toward the end. Suck it, Skynard!

Friday Rocks: "Get Down Moses," by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros

Friday Rocks: "Dark Night of the Soul" by Sparklehorse and Danger Mouse

Friday Rocks: "I Fought the Law" by the Dead Kennedys

Friday Rocks: "Incident on 57th Street" by Bruce Springsteen

"Lost" just had to go and drop a Spanish Johnny reference this week, didn't it?

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night

With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick

But dressed just like dynamite

That last line's for you, Ilana ...

Like loving the dead.

May you rest in peace, Peter Steele: