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Yeah, Ke$ha has a quasi-Satanic orgy in a church in her video for Die Young. These things happen. Of course, it isn’t really Satan she’s worshipping, it’s just the sad old flesh. Because that’s all she’s got (at least in the song), and she knows it ain’t gonna last. The word “die” shows up 17 times in the lyrics for this pop ditty, and that’s not counting the part where the word repeats like a stuck record: Die, die, die, die, die. Hell, the thing opens with the shot of a hearse arriving at the church. Girl is haunted, yo. “Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.”  Oh, did we mention that she wrote Britney’s minor hit, “Til the World Ends”? “Keep on dancing til the world ends” is just a cosmic version of “Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.” And her big breakthrough? “Tik Tok.” “Tick tock on th...

Colbert calls it.

…before we have to say, “I’m so sorry, Rhonda.” Rally, Korrektiv, rally!

Steve Martin has had a good run.

My brother in law Bill was the first person I ever heard refer to the “Gotta Ramble” song as a type. “You know: ‘Everything’s great here, I love you, but…gotta ramble!'” Anybody want to contribute to a list?  I’ll offer Tom Waits’ “Shiver Me Timbers” to start things off.

Photo by Gsmith About a month ago, I finished reading Dr Percy’s stab at science-fiction, Love in the Ruins . I had no time to blog about it then, and have little time to blog about it at the moment, but here are a few scattered, superficial, spoiler-free initial thoughts: My overall impression was similar to that of Korrektiv fellow-traveler Craig Burrell, who reviewed the novel in 2011 . Like him, I think the premise is great, but the telling of the tale is overlong and under-focused. Some severe trimming would have improved the book considerably. That said, the main cast is nicely drawn, and the creeper-covered neo-New South setting felt, if not believably realistic, then persuasively consistent. Also consistently unsettling, with its islands of shiny modernity and pockets of old poverty amid the ruins of the [1940s-1960s(?) ’70s(?)] ‘Auto Age’. The automated carillon of the abandoned church in the middle of nowhere, playing religious and secular Christmas car...