Culture Vulture

A little while ago I mentioned something about a DVD blind-test competition. That competition was won by yours truly... well, actually by a team I carefully guided out of the darkness... ok, by some other guy who knew more about films than George Bush, ahem, Sr. Whatever. In compensation, I picked off a lovely old Jeff Bridges/Clint Eastwood film, Thunderbolt and Lightning. This week, after spending some wee hours in the morning recapitulating the wonders of pop music, for a competition no less, I found out that I was the lucky winner of a CD. A CD folks! You remember those things... they're silver, circular and make great dinner coasters. Ok ok... I am very happy and grateful to have won this award, and it's always nice to start the year on a winning note... Anyways, I get to pick one CD out of apparently the list of the 20 best albums of 2005. I guess being a card-carrying member of the Culture Vulture Club has its privileges.

Thanks to Sonic Eric, once again. Though... NO, I will never like elevator folk like Sufjan Stevens. He's 2005's Pearl Jam. (Sam, you are way harsh! Pearl Jam did not suck! They had meaning in their songs!)