Hello. My name is Dave. I'm addicted. Hopelessly addicted. Hello, Dave. No, seriously. I'm a junkie. I've got it bad for Friday Night Lights, man. Really bad. Last year around this time, I got a terrible case of the flu. I missed a couple days of work. It was ugly. Sweatpants. Couch. No shower. You get the picture. Bored, with not much else to do, I started watching Friday Night Lights on Hulu.com. And I couldn't stop. And then, shortly after I'd finished watching the last episode of season two,
What separates the bulk of weird, wackaloon amateur singer/songwriters from someone like Wesley Willis or Daniel Johnston? Talent, certainly, but the math alone insists there are more than those scattered gems among the depths of crazy people with microphones. And occasionally you stumble across one that, at first glance, is just another hilarious nutter, but upon deeper examination ... well, is a hilarious nutter with that something special.Today, I present Mark Gormley. Despite his stra
