Cosmic American Blog

  8. Midnight Cowboy (Schlesinger, 1969) Everybody’s talkin’ about my 8th favorite movie of the ‘60s, but I don’t hear a word they’re sayin...

Hey, how about that? Looks like I'm still able to log into Blogspot. Well, before someone at Google unknowingly changes my password and ...

A door, with hinges long since rusted, creaks loudly as it opens. A sliver of light shines through the now opened portal. A figure walks in,...

This sort of feels like the end credits of Ferris Bueller's Day Off : "You're still here? It's over. Go home. Go!" I u...

Attention dear readers: If you're one of the many anonymous blobs of matter who has, over the years, sporadically enjoyed perusing this ...

Question: What happens when two depressed British synth-pop sourpusses cheer up just a teeny tiny bit? Answer: They put away their Joy Divis...

Unnerved and alarmed by my shocking failure to recognize the grossly forged nature of the Phil Collins "memoir" which I so eagerly...

Ten years ago, just for the fun of it, I started blogging about my favorite songs of the year. I didn't realize it would grow into an an...

What a wild year it's been. Thanks to the vaccine, the world began opening up again (somewhat). At the same time, it feels like the worl...

The Rock and Roll Hall of Whuh ? Whenever I hear someone complain about the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, I'm inclined to recycle the line...