We're the surviving kind.

Looks like he's having as good a week as Grizz is. Yet we prevail. Aha!

I love her. And I hate her. But this is badass.

In honor of her D-town show tonight, which I am sorely missing:

I am the spice.

Kong.

QOTSA + Bourdain =

Deliciously rockin.

Mindfreak.

Seeing the words "Mastodon" and "VMAs" in the same sentence is almost as bizarre as seeing Pavarotti and Lou Reed on the same stage. Thanks, Mr. Grohl.

Yes, J.Neil...

I realize I've been a bit soft lately, but let me assure you that I also share the below sentiment. And, indeed, I love Gordon Freeman.

I think he looks a little like a cross between the bad guy in Popeye and Jack Nicholson as the Joker in this photo. But then, I'm also a crazy person.

In slightly related news: this. I do know a lot of drugged up singers. You'd be surprised. The beta blockers thing weirds this Grizz out. And frankly, unless your voice is like the aural manifestation of Nicolas Cage as Johnny Blaze's head transforming into a fiery inferno of awesome and your performance anxiety is impeding that glory, maybe you should consider another career. You gots ta harness that shizz and make it part of the performance. Three deep breaths, a swig of water, and a quick harness of the chi, dudes. But really, what do I know. I am but a wee babe in the land of classical singing.