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Sending Paris Hilton To Jail For Being The Most Loathed Celeprosy Lesion In The History Of The Species Seems Like A Happening Idea At First - Forty-five Days At Century Regional Detention Center Is So The New Thirty Days At Promises Malibu! But It Sets A Dangerous Precedent To Jail Celebs Just Because Someone Hates Them.

The Sax Solo As We Know It Today Would Not Exist Without Gerry Rafferty. His 1978 Soft-rock Classic 'baker Street' Has To Be The 'ulysses' Of Rock & Roll Saxophone, Giving The Entire Chorus Over To Raphael Ravenscroft's Sax Solo, Creating One Of The Seventies' Most Enduringly Creepy Sounds.

Being A Pop Fan Is A Lot Like Catholic Devotion - Lots Of Ritual, Lots Of Ceremony... We Touch The Icon To Enter The Sacred Space, Genuflecting To Reliquaries And Ostentatoria That Make Something Splendid Of Our Most Secret Desires And Agonies.

Nothing Connects To The Moment Like Music. I Count The Music To Bring Me Back, Or More Precisely, To Bring Her Forward.

That's The Secret Of 'true Blood' - All The Creatures That Roam Bon Temps Become A Metaphor For Our Insatiable Lusts And Inner Desires. Humans Craving What They Can't Have And Those Secret Appetites Transforming Them Into Beasts, Or Even Killers.