Daughter of Loudon Wainwright III and younger sister of Rufus Wainwright, Martha Wainwright has started to make a name for herself. Her vocals are all over Rufus’ albums and it is a warm counterpoint to her brother’s nasal detachment. Her songwriting is far more bitter and relationship-oriented as the fantastic song from her first solo album written about her father shows in the title: “Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole”.
Her new solo album, I Know You’re Married But I’ve Got Feelings Too, which should win all sorts of Album Title of the Year awards, came out a few weeks ago and while I haven’t given it the listen it deserves, there is a song that jumps out immediately. Full story...
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One Sentence Review: Quantum Of Solace
Imagine TheTransporter with a tux and a martini, but enjoyable anyway.
New dress code for visiting here:
If you couldn’t get into a skating rink wearing it, you can’t get in here.
I’ve never seen her in concert, so this July I bought tickets for Cameron and I to see her at Pepsi Center for his birthday.
At the video store Friday night, one of our regulars was in — Charles. He’s a good friend of Nancy who I work with on Fridays.
Here is the song that I cranked on the way to work this morning. I hadn’t heard it in years.
As I walked across the street today to get lunch, I found everyone to be extremely attractive. I wondered why that was until I realized that I had on my hope goggles.
The owner of the small business (my part-time job. Yes, I’m so American by having two jobs) told me last night that he voted on Halloween — the last day you could early vote in Colorado.
Cameron and I are counting down for the election as well. We decided to have our housewarming party on election night to combine the celebration and blessing of a new dwelling with the celebration and blessing of a history-making election — you know, because this will be the first time a person born in Hawaii will be President.
One Sentence Review: RocknRolla
Guy Ritchie’s return to his UK gangsta roots is a fun if not an overly long, angry, father-issues film.
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