The Paso Claims Another Doble

A Murghi/Zsus Production 

Murghi, what in the Mary Murphy's Scream is going on? I go on vacation for 2 weeks and return to find that Chbeeby is gone, sending you into deep mourning!  You know who I fault?  The tweens.  They're infiltrating and ruining every reality show I love.  First Adam Lambert, now Phillip.  Thank heavens they're too young to vote in presidential elections, or Robert Pattison or a Jonas Brother would have won as a write-in.  Can't their parents send them to bed at a respectable time so they can't be up all night dialing and texting?  They really need to leave the choosing to we women of a certain age, who have the experience, knowledge, and hormonal issues these youngsters lack!

Little bastard tweens.

All right. Rant over.  Onto Ladies and Gentlemen, your Top 10!

Of note:  Brandon's going the Urkle route to gain fans.

What was that all about? We never saw the backpack again. 

Groove Armada
Black Light
Om Records. 11 Tracks.
Rating: 3½ stars (out of 5)

Why can’t musical artists just stick to what they do best?

It’s a reactionary, fogey-ish question—I picture one of the old coots in the Muppet Show balcony griping to the other.  And sure, theoretically you want your favorite acts to take risks and stretch themselves.  Without musical leaps of faith we wouldn’t have The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s,  The Clash’s London Calling or Radiohead’s Kid A. But sometimes-- like, say, when you’re suffering through Chris Cornell’s ill-fated collaboration with Timbaland or Lil Wayne’s awful rock Rebirth-- you can’t help but ask yourself, what’s wrong with the way you usually sound?