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Here at the ProtusMose Institute for the Dissemination of Musical Excellence, we pride ourselves on ensuring you have access to quality music you may not otherwise have access to. Thanks to our efforts, you have had the pleasure of experiencing such acts as The Devil Wears Prada, Matisyahu, and Living Sacrifice. We are pleased to once again serve up melodious palate rockers.

Remember a few years back when Prince played half-time at the Superbowl and everyone was all “z0mg! Prince can play guitar!??!” No surprise to your friend teh Mose. Prince is a musical genius. Even if you don’t like any Prince songs (assuming you’re old enough to remember them), you probably enjoy some of the dozens he wrote and sold to other artists. A lot of people were shocked by Prince’s rockage that Superbowl. For those of us not ashamed to be Prince fans, it was no surprise. Tonight, we bring to you a performance from the evening Prince was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The Beatles’ “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” is a rock classic. It’s #7 on “Rolling Stone”‘s list of the 100 greatest guitar songs of all time. and #135 on Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 greatest songs of all time. It’s been covered no less than 30 times by major artists. (source) During this performance, the first half is a rather enjoyable and soothing rhythm fest, led by Tom Petty, whose voice isn’t completely annoying this time. While it’s not too dark, the moody (almost to the point of melancholy) nature of the song comes through subtly. Then Prince comes in. While Petty, Lynne, and Harrison sing about how the guitar weeps, Prince lets you hear it weep. The guitar wails in agony, in a sonic account of human heartbreak and suffering.

If you’re a music lover in general, or a guitar lover specifically, this one’s for you.

Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you what I promise will be the best film of this year. October 16, 2009. Mark your calendars. This is going to be special.

How can this not be utterly epic? In the hands of a lesser director, I would cringe. With Spike Jonze in control, I can barely contain my excitement.

Without further adieu, I present the trailer for: Where The Wild Things Are

Pins and needles, gang. Pins and needles.

Sooooo impressive, right?

Well, that only took 3 hours to accomplish.

I’m in way over my head.

So I watched American Idol tonight. I usually don’t, but I missed my wife and it was an easy way to spend time with her.

This kid is the worst human being in the history of the world. He should be shot with an elephant gun, run over by a semi, his body burned with napalm and his ashes soaked in elephant urine.

This is the only video I could find of it now. It just happened an hour ago, so a better one will be up tomorrow probably.

That is the worst rendition I could possibly think of. A middle-eastern/80s/wannabe cure version of Ring of Fire? Adam Lambert, kill yourself. Please.

Show him how it’s done, Johnny.

Dearest reader(s),

I humbly apologize for the recent lack of updates. I’ve been rather busy lately.

At work.

w00t!

Things don’t appear to be settling down anytime soon. I’ve got another two weeks of training or so before being thrown into the wolves. As if that isn’t unnerving enough, I’m going back to school starting next Wednesday. So, I’ll go to work and get beat up from 7 – 4, then come home and be mentally assaulted by learning Java programming and other fun stuff at night. If I get out of this alive, by this time next year, I’ll upgrade my Associate’s to a Bacherlor’s. Not bad for 10 years, eh?

I foresee a great deal of coffee being consumed for the next 12 months.