ToM: “Thank God for Mental Illness” – The Brian Jonestown Massacre

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By Jacob Slater

Or, I Ate Charlie Manson’s Children: Still Dodging Potholes and Memories

Here’s another blast from the past: Way back in my college times, I used to write a regular column for my college radio’s website, by the name of Slater’s 11 (the title was meant to be ironic, but I’m afraid it did reach 11 total articles, unfortunately). I guess you could call them music reviews, because I did talk about albums and bands and such, but mainly I just used them to spout about whatever I was thinking about at the time, memories, misgivings and such and attempted to tie them together with whatever album I had chosen at the time. You could probably also tell where I was emotionally at the time of the writing, depending on if I actually made an attempt at actual criticism or not, the overall quality and length and etc.

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ToC Classic: The Crow (1994), directed by Alex Proyas

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By Jacob Slater

Or, The Goths Turned Me Down Because I Bummed Them Out

I suppose I just can’t help it. Now that Sting has signed on to the WWE, a move that would have blown people’s minds in 1997, and is fulfilling every wrestling fan’s dream by feuding with a bald middle-aged Triple H, I just can’t help but think of The Crow. Indeed, Sting’s shameless rip-off of J.O. Barr’s famous comic book (or rather the film adaptation, which at the time was still relevant) has become The Icon’s most popular and signature gimmick, perhaps even eclipsing that of the original. The power of marketing is a dangerous thing, ladies and gents. How else would an Ant-Man have a chance of making over a million dollars?

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Thunderbird On Music: College Radio Leftovers

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By Jacob Slater

Or, I Wish I Was Pop Enough to Matter

I don’t have any film reviews ready, and after the last one I don’t know when I’ll start work on the next one. In the meantime, here’s some stupid crap I wrote for my college paper during my tenure at the college radio station. Aren’t you lucky?
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