Considering the wild ways of the music business, it's always amazing--touching, even--when couples perform together. Sometimes they love each other. Sometimes they hate each other. But if the money's right, chances are, they'll tolerate anything. Heck, before the government had them killed, the Ramones for their final decade supposedly didn't talk to one another. Communication is clearly overrated. As the Long Island poet laureate Billy Joel said in a completely different context, "All you need are looks and a whole lot of money."

Tim McGraw - Faith Hill: We like her because she's tall and we've seen her in commercials. (At this point, you are correct in asking "Rob, who is this 'we' you are referring to?" I have no idea, but it sounds profound). We like him because his father was a baseball player named Tug and he hasn't done anything so egregious as singing about the love of his tractor or snapping up beer for his horses or advised people to ride a cowboy. In fact, these two are so

With August winding down, there won't be many chances left to ruthlessly exploit the "hot" themes much longer. As one commentator to this blog rightfully fears, it's only a matter of time before I shamelessly start cataloging those "November" songs and "November Rain" gets it obvious and crass promotional plug. Such are the vagaries of this entertainment business.

For now, I focus one last time on what would be known as the "Dog Days of August." Being a subliterate chump, a militant anti-intellectual--thinking hurts-- and a generally stupid guy who grew up in New Jersey, I always go for what is easy and obvious. (I chose my college based on the three maxims that can be applied to life: cheap, easy and local.) So, while others greatly ponder human significance and try to answer deep, philosophical questions, I typed DOG into my highly-sophisticated indexing system and came with WAY too may Dog songs. None of which talk about the heat or the Dog Days of August in any respect. I can

According to police reports, White Stripes leader Jack White and his model wife Karen Elson have added another kid to their ever-expanding tribe. Henry Lee White will join his sister Scarlett Teresa White in the rock n' roll playpen. The couple tied the knot in June 2005 and, as you see, productivity has been up. They've got a FUZZBOX and they know how to use it.

Whether or not these kids will grow up to be rockers in their own limelight remains to be seen. Even though it seems as if every son of a rockstar releases his or her own album, from Lisa Marie Presley to Ziggy Marley, there are far more who don't. You just don't think about them. After all, if "all of Chuck's children are out there learning his licks" as Bob Seger once said of Chuck Berry, then where are all the little Berry solo albums? Huh? There will be time here to fantasize about what great solo careers could still be in the making someday, but right now, we'll take a quick look at the five most notable progeny who

If all the hype is to be believed, Elvis Presley was once a bigger star than Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance and Shakira combined. Personally, I like to remain skeptical about these things. I like to let history decide who will be the winners. So, I have quite a wait on my hands. These acts have to die and then add thirty years before the real decision is made.

So, for now, with reservations, I'm willing to say that Elvis Presley sure was popular in his day and people seem to really like the guy. Heck, Paul Simon named an album after the guy's house!

Sure are a lot of books about him and most of them are big and heavy. But, you have to ask yourself, is the cultural impact anything like what's happening with The Two Coreys?

However, I'm always touched when other people pay tribute. If you do a websearch looking for Elvis tributes, you'll give yourself a headache. Trust me, I speak from experience. Most people's idea of a tribute is to blather on endlessly and tastelessly until there