How Bad Can It Be? returns, brand new for 2010, with a critical takedown of a most unusual radio play. Sing it, girls!
The column was on hiatus through December and part of November, while I banked my fires, tended to some offline business, and played a lot of Rock Band. Some pieces you may have missed wot had my name on ‘em, since last we spoke:
- The kids get in on the act, as Sam helps me create a column
- In which I expose Michael Bublé as an evil death robot from the future
- Fatties fall down for your guilty viewing pleasure
- A consideration of the Great Swing Scare of the 90s
- The movie of the anime of the book of the manga of the trading-card game
- and an epic two-part shot at Dan Brown and his pernicious New Age woo-woo physics
(Man, there’s nothing that goes stale faster than piping-hot cultural criticism, is there? From this remove, it’s hard to believe that anybody ever gave two shits about Dan Brown and his book. Ah, those were more innocent times, those heady days of, oh, three months ago.)
Also a freestanding piece on the terrifying music of Mr. John Cale for Hallowe’en, and contributions to the Popdose Army’s decade-end roundups of film, albums, and songs.
Had a couple pieces in the new, improved Saturday Evening Post, too, including a personal reminiscence that I hope marks the last time I’ll have to tell the tale, and a cover story that’s garnered me some hate mail from the wingnut right, so I know I must be doing a good job.
So hey. How you doin’?