There’s nothing like blazing up some sticky icky, jumping into your lowrider, and driving through the doors of perception to, where else? That’s right! THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ CPT!
The year was 1992, and the one and only Dr. Dre had just unleashed his debut studio album, The Chronic, upon a trembling nation. …

We may roll our eyes at Muse’s latest bombast or Coldplay’s pussyrock du jour, but Radiohead has largely escaped the pungent smell of artifice that clings to most melodramatic musical acts.

The band survives this scrutiny with music that can be frightening in its sincerity.

But out of all of the ‘Head’s gloomy tunes, could one actually stand out as the gloomiest? Yes! and frontman Thom Yorke singles out Street Spirit (Fade Out) from the album The Bends for this honor.

Yorke is quoted as saying:

“Street Spirit is our purest song, but I didn’t write it. It wrote itself. We were just its messengers; its biological catalysts. Its core is a complete mystery to me, and, you know, I wouldn’t ever try to write something that hopeless. All of our saddest songs have

Long live Michael Jackson! Oh wait…..sadly, the King of Pop is with us no more and fans everywhere are devastated. (I even read 12+ fans have already committed suicide!) But from every corner of the world, tributes are pouring in in the form of impersonations, bad poetry and even kicks …

There is an epidemic sweeping the music world. Singers in concert, with hordes of their fans cheering them on, take a crucial misstep in their careers and literally fall from grace!

Unlike a moody rockstar who trashes his hotel room and is always demanding, Waldo asks only for a handful of birdseed and that the newspaper in his cage be changed at regular intervals before he’s once again back on stage, ready to “rawk”. Clearly, for this bird, it is all about the music.