In My Headphones, I Led A Life

'american Horror' Goes For A Very Specific Kind Of Seventies Suburban Downer Ambience - 'flowers In The Attic' Paperbacks, Black Sabbath Album Covers And Late-night Flicks Like 'let's Scare Jessica To Death.' It Even Has 'go Ask Alice'-era Urban Legends.

Rebecca Black Might Sing Like A Robot, But That's Just Proof She Has Evolved Beyond Us. Her Vocal Is Just A Slightly Exaggerated Version Of The Robot Glitch-twitch Stutter That's Been Mainstream Pop Vocalese For The Past 10 Years Or So.

Rock Stars Did Not Invent Burning Out. They Just Do It Louder.

When Ke$ha Tries To Rap Like L'trimm, She Sounds Like Any Ordinary Lonely Teenage Girl Stuck In A Nowhere Town, Singing Along To Her Radio And Dreaming Of A Party Where She's The Star. Ke$ha's Greatness Is That In Her Voice, You Can Hear Both The Loser Girl And The Star. All Hail The Queen Of Noi$e!

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.