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Sometimes, you just have to get it out of your system. See, in less than six months’ time here at the Pulse, it’s already been permanently etched that I am, indeed, a huge Dream Theater fan. I’m inked (please excuse whatever the hell was going on with my hair that day). And while I enjoy [...]

Here, I’ll tell a little story. You know the song “Misunderstanding” by Genesis? If not, find it. It’s a nice little poppy ditty from the early ’80s. I’ve always adored the general tone of the song. The melody is like glue to your brain. However, I only recently discovered that this song has a lot [...]

He was tall and gangly with a mophead of hair, and I loved him more than anything I had ever come across in my young life. He loved Led Zeppelin, Journey, and The Who. He hated The Eagles. Is it any wonder why we got along? We laughed and played for quite a while before [...]

Not only did I receive Genesis’ Duke from a friend, but I also got the 3 disc Platinum Collection yesterday as well. I keep forgetting HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS BAND. Although I’m a lame lover of Phil Collins vs. the older stuff, but still. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I’m cranking “Abacab” [...]

I’ve noticed a number of people on my friends list or otherwise who have either been listening to or outright recommended some band called The Dresden Dolls. Knowing nothing about them other than seeing them once classified as “cabaret rock,” I thought I’d give them a try. My thoughts? If Rivers Cuomo went fully fruity-goth, [...]

As reported by one of my friends on LiveJournal: So, Nightwish donated $13,000 to the Tsunami Relief fund. On the messageboard on Blabbermouth.net, there are two dumb c***s who are saying, “Nightwish blows and the only reason they’re doing that is to gain fans. WHAT?!?!?!? I’m not a Nightwish fan, but still; if nothing else [...]

Even as a child, giant speakers mesmerized me. I grew up listening to countless hours of vinyl and radio through my dad’s shiny silver rack system and its speakers which were easily taller than I for most of my youth that I can remember. Every crackly bit of Zeppelin, Queen, or Van Halen blasted loud [...]