Author Archives: Mark Humphrey

A lot of people go their whole lives trying to fathom the extraordinary disconnect that occurs between generations of parents and children with respect to many things, most notably musical preferences. Recently, however, one object has provided us with a symbolic answer. That object is the right nipple of one Ms. Janet Damita Jo Jackson. […]

By the time you read this, the lineup for the 2006 Coachella Festival may or may not have been announced. For many people, myself included, this is the equivalent of Christmas. Not Christmas in January, just straight-up Christmas. Outside of South By Southwest in Austin, I can’t think of an American music festival that consistently […]

In popular culture, terms are tossed around like musicians bouncing from one town to the next in an effort to get their voices heard. When something new appears, the public often feels a need to assign a label to it to come to terms with something it can’t immediately explain. “We have a habit of […]

The Golden Globes have always been the most amusing televised awards show for me. Maybe it’s because the Globes are handed out in a dinner party environment, leading to an increased chance for drunken acceptance speeches, or maybe it’s that every year some young girl is selected to be “Ms. Golden Globes” and stand around […]

One interesting part of winter break is poking around one’s old room and finding things from the past. Typically, I find old books and pictures, along with Post-it notes on which I used to write down things that struck me as clever (like trying to phonetically transcribe “awesome guitar riffs,” most of which turn out […]

This week, instead of my usual ramblings on things that get on my nerves, you get something different. The dB Magazine editors and everyone in the music section submitted their top ten albums of the year lists, and an overall top ten was created using some crazy formula involving a lot of numbers that I […]

Filtered Incubus signed on at 7:43:21 PM. God: Sup? Filtered Incubus: You’re not showing up on my buddy list. God: I’m hiding from someone. Filtered Incubus: Who? God: It’s Scott Stapp again, he won’t leave me alone and it’s getting irritating. Filtered Incubus: Billions of people talk to you every day. He’s just one guy. […]