Forget the grade school pageant acting, or the insidious Chick-fil-A propaganda…

Cale’s picks for ‘07.

Smug self-satisfaction has all but become our national language these days, so why not make yet another so-called independent release that traffics in little else?

For the love of Horgh, check out that tumbleweed!

No doubt cursing Jesus for not giving him enough money to record a decent album.

Matt Cale hates cinema.

Now that I’m badly incontinent, perhaps I should stop wearing spandex…

This is one fucker who would surely fell the Kraken.

It takes big, sweaty, vein-laden balls to release the most offensive cover song in the history of music, but here it is:

The I-Pod, the concealing brim of a baseball cap, the obsidian shades: Blue Chip Phil is impossible to read. Just ask him. He is…