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This is pure Hollywood fantasy and it leaves no one unsullied in its humorless dross.Are women really so full of self-loathing, they seem themselves in this needy trash? The question with a movie like this is: whose fantasy is it any way?

“I don’t mind living on my own’ is a good as a call for post-college freedom from 20 something yob brother Gallaghers. The sorry is almost placating here, it seems edged into a tremulous forever present. So I guess it is sad because time took that now away from then.

listening to Spotify Staff’s best of 2011 reveals that they are male, middle class recent college grads. There taste runs to marijuana, maybe even heroin, but definitely nothing speedy. And that they are addicted to melodic alt-rock with the accent on folk not rock.

Mike “A Wombling Christmas” Batt wrote this song for Art and it feels like a thematic contination to Simon’s “The Only Living Boy In New York” , there is also a sense of AOR Beach Boy-y updated. “It’s not the sun you’re trying to find, something else is on your mind…”

Robert Burns poem of remembrance, has been around for 250 years and everywhere I know gets a good airing, even though the lyric seems a little nonsensesy. It isn’t. It suggest we remember the past as we move in the future.

a great country crooner, on a farewell tour after being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. Of all Alzheimer’s insidious torture, at least it is slow enough for us to get the opportunity to see him him one last time. Saturday at Town Hall.

And so Sheeran starts the year at the top of the albums, while his second single off the album “Lego Land” hurls itself into the Top 10. But will it translate Stateside? It is so hard to tell.

I can’t take Coldplay at any priceand even by their standards “Paradise” is a dog. A very popular dog. Coldplay are middle class boys like Blur only without anything close to Blur’s coolness quota, they are pristine bedwetters and uber good guy pop egotists.

Drake in the past, Florence in the present, Laura in the future. Drake is trying to survive a relationship on the skids, Laura is ruminating the price for lying and Florence just wants to get over a hangpver. This is apt stuff for New Year’s Day: the place the present meets the past and the future.

The multi day event was always brimming with promise and coolness. So much cool in fact, that it was soon followed with the Bamboozle Road Show, which gave out of towners a chance to get their groove on as well.