Recently, our own Greg Hatcher sent me a link to a new documentary about Harry Chapin; when I mentioned that I’d seen it, he suggested a review, and when I mentioned that there are also a couple of new books out, he suggested a round-up review. See, Greg is smarter than me and he thinks of things like this. So here we go.
A single shot from Buffy and a Pink Floyd album cover are they meant to be the same or not?
I would like to follow my title by saying “and you’re laughing like you’ve never laughed before!” but having read the Maniaks’ three Showcase tryout issues, I wasn’t. I doubt …
If I were capable of feeling shame, this might be my guilty pleasure, but there’s no guilt involved. I like musicals. It’s just a damn shame that I can’t sing or dance, because I’d love to be in musical theater. I often listen to musicals at work, sometimes old classics like Camelot or Chicago, sometimes more obscure works like Threepenny Opera, or recent shows like Something Rotten, and every so often I go looking for stuff I didn’t know existed. Some of it is on the odd side.
Every once in a while, I do some navel-gazing, so let’s go!
I guess it’s just a musical weekend with the Gregs here at the Junk Shop.
The Unsung examines works of popular culture that are critically acclaimed but not popular, popular but not critically acclaimed, or neither. Today, let’s check out the weirder music of Phil Collins!