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Rebecca Black Might Sing Like A Robot, But That's Just Proof She Has Evolved Beyond Us. Her Vocal Is Just A Slightly Exaggerated Version Of The Robot Glitch-twitch Stutter That's Been Mainstream Pop Vocalese For The Past 10 Years Or So.

It Goes Without Saying That 'buncha Losers' Comedies Speak To Tough Times. The Massive Unemployment Of The Reagan Years Gave Us 'taxi,' 'cheers' And The Genre-defining 'night Court,' A Show You Could Never Admit To Watching Without Making People Feel Sorry For You.

Not Being Able To Protect Her From Things Was The Most Frightening Thing I'd Ever Felt, And It Kicked In As Soon As We Got Together. With Every Year We Spent Together, I Became More Conscious That I Now Had An Infinitely Expanding Number Of Reasons To Be Afraid. I Had Something To Lose.

Davy Jones Was The Grooviest Of The Monkees, Which Makes Him One Of The Grooviest Pop Stars Who Ever Existed. He Was The Best Dancer In The Monkees, The Cute One, The One With The Coy English Accent, The Bowl-cut Boy-child Who Shook Those Cherry-red Maracas And Always Got The Girl. He Was Also The Guy Who Stole David Bowie's Original Name.

If All Music Did Was Bring The Past Alive, That Would Be Fine. You Can Hide Away In Music And Let It Recapture Memories Of Things That Used To Be. But Music Is Greedy And It Wants More Of Your Heart Than That. It Demands The Future, Your Future. Music Wants The Rest Of Your Life. So You Can't Rest Easy. At Any Moment, A Song Can Come Out Of Nowhere To Shake You Up, Jump-start Your Emotions, Ruin Your Life.