This week, my friend Liz Kantner is on the show talking about The Wonder Years’ album “The Greatest Generation”. She gives a track by track breakdown, and explains why in her opinion, these guys are currently the best pop punk band around.
Depression is a serious illness, and anyone who thinks otherwise should stop reading now and go listen to angry talk radio or something. But it is true that people are figuring out new ways to treat it. For example…
A double-blind study showed that patients with ultrasounded heads reported being in a better mood for about 40 minutes after their skull-wanding. Waving an ultrasound around one’s scalp seems to provide humans with the necessary brain-tingles to get us out of a depression slump, at least temporarily.
How Does That Work? Ultrasounds operate on a similar frequency to that of the structures in the brain that affect mood, which means that putting a bunch of bat-waves into your skull is a bit like turning up a song that your brain really, really likes.
This week, Bob Nanna of Braid is on the show talking about The Lemonheads’ “It’s a Shame About Ray”. Bob takes us back to his high school days, traveling overseas with this album at his side, and talks about how this album continues to be a part of his life to this day. We also talk about Downwrite, which is an awesome way for people to get customized songs written by some of their favorite artists.
Catching up with Harry Potter thanks to J.K. Rowling
Dumbledore’s Army Reunites at Quidditch World Cup Final By the Daily Prophet’s Gossip Correspondent, Rita Skeeter
There are celebrities – and then there are celebrities. We’ve seen many a famous face from the wizarding world grace the stands here in the Patagonian Desert – Ministers and Presidents, Celestina Warbeck, controversial American wizarding band The Bent-Winged Snitches – all have caused flurries of excitement, with crowd members scrambling for autographs and even casting Bridging Charms to reach the VIP boxes over the heads of the crowd.
But when word swept the campsite and stadium that a certain gang of infamous wizards (no longer the fresh-faced teenagers they were in their heyday, but nevertheless recognisable) had arrived for the final, excitement was beyond anything yet seen. As the crowd stampeded, tents were flattened and small children mown down. Fans from all corners of the globe stormed towards the area where members of Dumbledore’s Army were rumoured to have been sighted, desperate above all else for a glimpse of the man they still call the Chosen One.