"Stop Covering Sinatra and Write Ten Songs!"

John Roderick reviews the latest Michael Bublé album from the perspective of someone who grew up listening to big-band music, and somehow weaves a Jennifer Anniston backstory into the mix:

“The arrangement is massive, full of stadium-filling electric guitars but brimming over with swirling orchestra too, like Journey teamed up with the Moody Blues. Jennifer Aniston is literally crying now, standing in her kitchen, a dropped milk carton splattered at her feet, all her fame and money no comfort to her in the absence of ever having found her true love.”

I've really been digging John's writings on music lately, particularly his other popular piece, Punk Rock is Bullshit.