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NOW that’s what I call a number one!

Man, I wish K-Tel were still cranking out hit collections. I’ve just never been able to get into the NOW That’s What I Call Music! sets. But hey, enough people love ’em enough – so much so that the newest entry, number 22, debuted at number one. And this isn’t a first, friends. No, this is the eighth time this has happened.

This doesn’t cause me to give pause to the state of popular music and what people buy these days, but it does make me ponder upon the future of the album as concept. It seems the days of folks picking and choosing their songs instead of sitting and grooving to whole albums are near. Mp3 files taking over CDs and all that good stuff. But hey, it’s really nothing to fret about, lest we forget that time pre-mid-’60s when The Beatles, et al made album listening a Thing, and everyone was mostly grooving to singles. So consider it a step back as well as a step forward. Instead of vinyl, you’ve got plastic discs, or strings of 1s and 0s happily blasting forth the tunes.

Call me crazy, but I do foresee a time maybe not so far off when the CD becomes a dinosaur and digital files are the new 45. It’s an iPod nation, people. And I’m a 60 gigger myself.

Lonely Boy caught with devil weed

Joey Garza of Los Lonely Boys was arrested yesterday for possession of mary jane. More than two ounces, kids. This just goes to show that you really need to know where to hide your stash. Garza was also hit with an assault causing bodily injury charge after having some altercation with a woman in a hotel room.

Hey, he’s a lonely boy, give him a break! And now cue up “Lonely Boy” by Andrew Gold in tribute to his arrest, won’t you?

32 worst song lyrics of all time

Lots of fun to be had here, kiddies. The Phoenix has come up with a list of 32 of the worst song lyrics of all time. This could not have been any simple task, but I applaud them for throwing in LFO’s “Summer Girls” (which, by the way, is also available in fantastic sarcastic cover version by yours truly). Actually, you could have thrown all of LFO’s songs in there, as they had to have written then book on bad lyrics. I’m also happy to see Train’s “Drops of Jupiter” make it in there. That song is a pure migraine any time I hear it.

One of my own personal additions to the list would have been Billy Joel’s “You’re My Home” from his Piano Man LP. Now, I love Billy, but this song has always made me gag, not just for the cornball faux country nature of the tune, but also for such godawful lyrics as “You’re my castle, you’re my cabin and my instant pleasure dome / I need you in my house ’cause you’re my home”. It’s nice to know Billy got better at writing those love songs.

Bullz-Eye.com reveals its guilty pleasures!

You get a call from one of your buddies. He tells you that the boys are going to a bar with two-dollar beers and mud wrestling. You tell him that you’ve been battling a wicked stomach virus all day, and that you’ll just have to sit this one out. But you don’t have a stomach virus. In fact, you’ve got a beer of your own in your hand. You just don’t want to go out because there’s ice skating on TV.

Guilty pleasures. We’ve all got ’em. If you don’t have ’em, then you’re either not human or, worse, boring. We at Bullz-Eye have bared our souls for the world to see, revealing the movies, TV shows and music that make us giddy. When no one is looking, of course.

A few examples:

Styx
It’s not horrifically uncool to like Pieces of Eight-era Styx…which is a good thing, because I nearly wet my pants with giddiness when Chris Daughtry sang “Renegade” on “American Idol.” What’s not so cool is to dig late-period Styx. Specifically, Kilroy Was Here-era Styx. Specifically, “Mr. Roboto.” When this song came out in 1983, I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever heard. Most people grew out of that. I never did. This poignant saga of the tragic figure that just needed somewhere to hide, to keep him alive, spoke to me at a very primal level, and raised a million questions. Is he a man? A machine? Both? His heart is human, his blood is boiling; his brain IBM. What will he do? Where will he go? Can he ever take that mask off? What if he gets a zit underneath it? Does he still have to pee? Can he have sex? Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto, for helping me escape whenever I need to…even now. – Deb Medsker, Contributor

William Shatner, “Common People”/”I Am Canadian” (2004/2000)
There’s just something about the idea of the Shatman crooning that begs it not to be taken very seriously, and how can you when the guy’s musical history includes that god-awful rendition of Elton John’s “Rocket Man”? On the contrary, not only is Shatner’s version of the Pulp track “Common People” better, but it’ll completely throw your friends for a loop when Captain James T. Kirk starts blaring from your car stereo speakers. And as a companion piece to “Common People,” the pop icon’s candid “Just for Laughs” performance of “I Am Canadian” (which features lyrics like: “I’m not a Starfleet Commander or T.J. Hooker / I don’t live on Starship NCC-1701 or own a phaser / I don’t know anyone named Bones, Sulu or Spock”) is absolutely priceless. – Jason Zingale, Associate Editor

Check out all our lists here.

You, Me & Dupree nixed by Walter and Donald

If there’s one thing that never changes about Walter Becker and Donald Fagen (you know, Steely Dan), it’s their dry wit and how well they apply it. Of course, this has often left naysayers of their band shaking their heads in collective confusion. But so it goes. Steely Dan rulz, and I can’t wait to see ’em on August 30. Anyway, what we have here is an open letter to Luke Wilson from Walter and Donald telling him their feelings on brother Owen and You, Me, & Dupree, specifically that they feel some Hollywood lazy ass got his idea from their song “Cousin Dupree” on the Two Against Nature album. It’s a good read, a good laugh, and hopefully a wake up call to Owen to stop making shitty movies.

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