Archive | April, 2009

the white trash appeal of KOL

28 Apr

kings of leonOh, you Followill kids, how dirty you make me feel.

If you listen to Kings of Leon, maybe you feel the same way…

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Sonic Radio – what’s up with that?

19 Apr

In my quest to become more healthful, I’ve cut out plenty of fast food.

It’s hard to do that, though, on Mondays, when I’ve got my regular entertainment beat as well as cops/breaking news to cover, too. So Mondays are usually the days I run by a place like Sonic to grab some food before heading off to the sheriff’s department.

So, lately I’ve been listening to a lot of Sonic Radio – the radio station Sonic plays over its speakers. And I’m hearing increasingly unusual things…

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A movie or a measure?

19 Apr

I dream. A lot.

Some nights, it’s quality entertainment. Some nights, there are never-ending nightmares. But most nights, it’s purely a nuisance. It’s like my brain never turns off, and that’s such an exhausting thing.

I know. This has nothing to do with pop culture or entertainment, but since those things are my passions, they usually end up in my dreams in one way or another.

I’ve been trying to come up with ways to keep a kind of dream journal (as lame as that sounds) because some of them are so funny/weird I have to relate them (though I’ve a policy that I’m not ever going to talk about the nightmares, because trust me, you don’t want to know them). So I thought, hey, I can use this space to share the pop culture-related ones. 

Trust me when I say this isn’t necessary reading – mostly doing this for myself. But if you want to read about four of my weirdest, pop culture-y-est dreams, read on, Pony Boy.

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120 trucks just seems a bit much.

8 Apr

The Claw!

That’s a scan from the recent issue of Rolling Stone about U2’s new set, dubbed “The Claw.”

See that sucker? You can read more in the photo, but here are the highlights:
It’s 164 feet tall.
There’s a 360 degree screen.
It’s the largest stadium stage set ever, even beating out the Rolling Stones’ “A Bigger Bang” tour set.
And, to top it off, it will take 120 trucks to haul “The Claw” from show to show.

Rolling Stone doesn’t elaborate, but I’d bet my bottom dollar that they mean 120 18-wheelers. One hundred and twenty. Let me repeat: One-twenty. Did you hear me? One hundred, and then twenty more.

Can I get a WTF?

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Her milkshakes bring the boys to the yard

8 Apr

I must pause from all this column/review reposting and general awesomeness to say a giant “thank you”  (woo, look, I used a color) to one of my bffs, Crissy, for designing the new Love & Unicorns logo. 

Crissy is a copy desker/designer/photographer by day, joker/smoker/midnight toker by night. If you like what you see there, check out her Web site,

Dramatic cat

2 Apr

Love is recycled

2 Apr

This column originally ran in the Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal.
For the old Scene Now blog, visit the NEW Scene Now blog site.


“When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.”
— “Love Actually”

They say love doesn’t die. I say it’s recycled.
I came to this realization lately when Christmas came a little early in my corner of the world.
While my fish, Johnny Depp, got a new ornament for his bowl, I got a new stereo. Not just any stereo, but one with a record player, three CD changer, cassette deck and radio. I’m not ashamed to say I’ve hugged this stereo. It’s just that great.
With the purchase of the stereo, I dug out all of my old vinyl records. I don’t have that many, but the few that I have are like best friends. There’s my near-pristine copy of “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” by the Beatles, Janis Joplin’s “Pearl” and the hilariously-titled Carl Douglas record, “‘Kung Fu Fighting’ and Other Great Love Songs.”
I got these records at various places. Some I “borrowed” from my parents, some I found in record shops. But many of them I bought from a man I called “the Record Man.”
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