another reason U2 is the greatest band in the world

The Superbowl Halftime Show in 2002; a tribute to the victims of 911 in a performance of Where the Streets Have No Name. If I’m not mistaken, the audience made Bono cry. Well, they sure did it to me.

God, how performers must love giving their all in front of American audiences. Those people just do NOT hold back; nor should they, in a case like this. This is what is known as rocking the house. Lyrics over the jump.

The First reason U2 is the greatest band in the world is here.

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ONE reason U2 is the greatest band in the world

Just:

One

Lyrics over the jump. Reason Two is here.

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300, the game! Spartans vs Persians, old-skool!

300

So the movie 300 is a jingoistic, bombastic, cartoonish, homoerotic two-hour military recruiting video. I mean, they say that as if it’s bad!

Some demented and nostalgic genius has taken this simpleminded movie and given it perhaps the ultimate Generation X accolade; he’s made a Nintendo Entertainment System game out of it.

The reviewers should have just watched this instead of wasting ten bucks and two hours of their time. As for me, I could watch and watch…pot, Pearl Jam, and Doritos optional.

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WMOB: wiretap radio!

Forget Howard Stern, Rush Limbaugh, and the other mixed nuts clattering around inside your radio. Forget the Sopranos. It’s time to get real. It’s time to tune in to WMOB: Wiretap Radio!

You’re about to meet Fritzy and Frankie, two of the cuddliest, criminalest, crotchetiest capos ever crapped out by the big O.C.

Thrill to their breathless confessions on covert FBI wiretaps:

Wife troubles.

Mistress troubles.

Weight troubles.

Bowel troubles.

and, in possibly-related news: Where can you find a good cannoli these days?

Oogatz!

All these episodes (with full transcripts) and more await you at WMOB: Wiretap Radio, the partner site of the well-known and well-loved The Smoking Gun.

Fritzy, youze guyz!In the course of a federal racketeering investigation, FBI agents and prosecutors received court authorization to wiretap the home telephone of Federico “Fritzy” Giovanelli, a Genovese crime family soldier. The feds hoped to hear Fritzy discussing mob business with fellow New York wiseguys, conversations that would then form the basis for a RICO prosecution against Giovanelli and Co. As it turned out, during the six months the FBI was listening, Fritzy was fairly careful — there was little talk of mayhem and only occasionally did he slip and refer to his criminal enterprises (and then it was often just about his gambling operation).

Frankie Condo, yo!But while the tapes do not contain the sort of reckless chatter that sent John Gotti away for life, they’re remarkable for the funny, profane, and whimsical conversations Fritzy had with his Mafia cohorts, namely Frank “Frankie California” Condo, a fellow Genovese soldier. Like two old hens, Frank and Fritzy would gab daily about life’s rich pageant, their conversations a stream-of-consciousness potpourri. While most men their age were out working, the duo would convene on the telephone in the early afternoon — both speaking from their homes — and launch into wildly veering conversations. A typical 15-minute chat could touch on sex, work, girlfriends, vitamins, movies, enlarged hearts, cholesterol counts, and marital strife. Peppered with malaprops and featuring Frank and Fritzy’s Central Casting voices, the tapes are a raucous, slice-of-life look at two hoodlums.

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Nine Inch Nails: Survivalism

The latest key to the conspiracy…distributed in USB drives at the London show, March 7th.

Or so they say…

Hmmm, definitely not my favorite NIN song, but the worst thing is…oh god…is Trent actually wearing that badge of the clueless, the Hipster Hijab?

Sure, he’s still hot, but je suis ainsi mortifié!

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