The improbably named Bobby Long, and his formidable talent.

This is the guy who wrote those songs Robert Pattinson sang, which made their way to the Twilight soundtrack (something irrationally grand, from the mess of a mortifying franchise).

I’ve grumbled before about how impressive those recordings were – all soul strong and fearless, and from the unlikeliest source.

But now I wonder – was Cheekbones Pattinson just doing his best Bobby Long impression? Long’s from London town too, and they’re friends, and he also has a feigned, across the pond drawl.

But man, Bobby Long. Look how much he means it.

Also, there’s this… situation.

Intro to Brian Fallon’s blog (Gaslight Anthem, Horrible Crowes)

I think my favourite is the spelling mistakes.

“There’s a fine line between mystery and just lying. When you mystify, you’re illuding to the mystifee that there’s something worth uncovering under the heavy shroud of smoke. If all you have is cobwebs and a basement full of jelly jars with the little screws in ‘em, well, everybody has that, so don’t invite me over anymore.“

Read the rest of his upbeat ramblings.