It’s been a druggy month for my musical veins!
Below are some imperfect comparisons between artists across space, time, and mediums.
WHY THE FUCK DO THE FUCKING NEW YORK KNICKERFUCKERS KEEP FUCKING WINNING?!?!
A light week, with one heavy hitter:
Given renewed tensions between America and Russia, I’ve been waiting for the inevitable revival of the Cold War thrillers that dominated multiplexes throughout the latter half of the 20th century.
A disclaimer about the weeks ahead, lest you fear I’ve been infected by the bite of hyperbole:
Hello, it’s me, Steven, Knicks fan, and an unabashedly-shameless proponent of overt tanking.
By this point, you probably know whether you’re a fan of Rowan Atkinson’s shtick.