The New York Times' list is a bunch of crap. They ought to call it the editor's choice. It sure isn't based on sales.
I'm down with just the Backstreet Boys.
I feel blessed, I really feel fulfilled.
I'm a believer that satellite radio, whether I'm on it or not, will take off.
Here's what happens when you die--you sit in a box and get eaten by worms. I guarantee you that when you die, nothing cool happens.
These nutbags, like Santorum and Bachmann, who make these people and especially young gay kids feel miserable, shame on them. They're quacks. I would never vote for them. I wouldn't even listen to them because there but for the grace of God go they.