Three voices and a guitar. That was the concept when Stephen Stills of Buffalo Springfield, Graham Nash of The Hollies and David Crosby of The Bryds came together as a super group in the late 1960s.

Three years have passed since alternative rock band The Graduate released “Anhedonia.” Now, the band is on a record label (Razor & Tie) and is touring across the country.

Thank you, Jimmy Fallon! Finally, an awards show this year we could get excited about. TV’s “Late Night” host and SNL alum did a superb job as host of the 62nd annual Emmy Awards.

Real-life lovers Drew Barrymore and Justin Long are cast as a couple struggling to maintain a long-distance relationship in this R-rated romantic comedy.

“The Expendables” was awful, and the guy who was the best man at my wedding owes me $10.50 and about 90 minutes. Everyone loves lists. Here’s a list of reasons “The Expendables” was terrible, aside from the obvious “It had no choice.”

Like Clint Eastwood before him, George Clooney possesses the chiseled looks and hypnotic eyes meant for spaghetti westerns. No dialogue is required because mere expressions convey every emotion simmering beneath his ruggedly handsome face.

Reading “Ice Cold,” Tess Gerritsen’s newest suspense thriller, in the summer heat seems like it would be a good foil to the ubiquitous whine of the air conditioner. In Gerritsen’s latest Rizzoli & Isles novel, there’s so much snow in Wyoming ski country that it’s tough to find out where the bodies are buried.

My name is Elizabeth, and I’m addicted to J.J. Abrams.

She wrote the ultimate tale of blind obedience to tradition - “The Lottery” – that still retains its primitive, chilling power, even as the horror genre nowadays is overrun with pinup boy werewolves and fidgety vampires who sparkle.

The plot is paper thin. The writing is atrocious. The violence is senseless. The action is unbelievable. And the heroes – and villains – are expendable in every way (meaning I simply couldn’t care less who lived or died). But this flick’s flaws are what make it fun. If you bought a ticket to “The Expendables” expecting anything more or less, you just weren’t paying attention. The poster, for crying out loud, features a skull framed by wings of machineguns and mega knives.

"I am calling from paradise," husky voiced singer Ivete Sangalo said when she phoned from her weekend home in Bahia, a large state on the eastern side of Brazil. It was a rare moment of peace and quiet for the 38-year-old South American superstar who has sold out concerts all over the world.

“It’s a dying art,” says local emcee Nabo Rawk, describing the state of hip-hop. The wordsmith and music producer recently released his third solo album, “Bizarro World,” which reflects the gritty and nostalgic sounds of hip-hop’s prehistoric times.

Katy Perry is a California Gurl all the way. She’s undeniable, sporting her Daisy Dukes and bikini on top — or whatever else she’s wearing, e.g., whipped cream-shooting bra and blue hair from the video for “California Gurls.”

You get very quiet at Holy Trinity Church in Stratford-upon-Avon, England, because that’s what you do at a church. But you get quieter here because this is the eternal resting place of the man who has drawn you to Stratford, the home where he was just Will, long before he was Shakespeare.

Remember when Rob Reiner used to win Oscar nominations instead of jeers for his films? Nope, I can’t remember, either. But the man formerly known as “Meathead” is trying to make a comeback with this coming-of-age yarn about two mooning tweeners (Callan McAuliffe and Madeline Carroll) discovering first love.