The 2004 Presedential election is the bane of my musical existence, or at the least it has awakened me to the hatred and fear that not only permeates Hollywood but has surfaced in the music industry. I stumbled on a story not long after seeing one of my guitar heroes, John Fogerty, playing for Kerry. It broke my heart to see this man of principles prostituting himself to an audience of weak- minded, limp-wristed, dope-smoking pansies. It turned my stomach. It did. Now the movement ha...

I broke down yesterday in Sam's Club. Not mentally, mind you, but financially. I bought the new offering from Norah Jones, Feels like Home. Yet another masterpiece. After immersing my mind and my soul in the warming springs of her and her band's smooth musicality I have become even more displeased with modern mainstream music. I particularly direct my ire at "music" that seems to get pushed at me from my television set, from such used car salesmen as MTV and VH1 to the crack dealers at C...