Your Weekly Pop Culture Mandate: Cee-Lo Green, George W. Bush and more

The Lady Killer, Cee-Lo Green
Cee-Lo probably doesn't need to release an album after reaching near ubiquity with "Fuck You" earlier this year. If it weren't for its expletive-laden chorus, the break-up anthem wouldn't sound out of place blaring from a drive-in movie-theater speaker circa 1963. Ultimately it's Cee-Lo's juxtaposition of retro aesthetics and modern sensibilities that makes his music so compelling. And even if "Fuck You" is the best song on The Lady Killer (which we're betting it is) there's probably enough pop goodness here to sustain a whole album. November 9

Sometimes the Blues is Just a Passing Bird, Tallest Man on Earth
All songwriters are indebted to Bob Dylan, but The Tallest Man on Earth (Kristian Matsson), with his gravelly croon, actually sounds like Bob Dylan. And that's just all right with us. His latest EP, Sometimes the Blues is Just a Passing Bird, features more of his intricate, homespun folk songs, making him our favorite Swedish import since IKEA. November 9  
 

Decision Points, George W. Bush 
Now that America has forgotten how much we hated him, W. is out to shape his spot in history. The memoir of America's former commander-in-chief is sure to raise a few eyebrows for its Kanye West anecdote alone (the worst moment of your presidency, really?), but it should be interesting to see what other nuggets of absurdity can be gained. November 9

Dear Mrs. Fitzsimmons: Tales of Redemption from an Irish Mailbox, Greg Fitzsimmons
In what must be the result of rampant OCD or hoarding syndrome, comedian Greg Fitzsimmons' parents have managed to keep every single disciplinary letter, incident report, and newspaper clipping that made mention of their son's bad behavior throughout his childhood. (Greg himself even kept up with the collection throughout college.) Now we're the recipient of those letters, as Dear Mrs. Fitzsimmons chronicles how his dysfunction and rebellion shaped his family and career. November 9  

Tiny Furniture, Lena Dunham
You know the story: twenty-two-year old graduates college with a useless liberal-arts degree, moves back in with her parents, takes on a crappy part-time job, and wishes she could magically find herself (and financial independence). Sure, it's a common conceit, but judging from the praise it garnered at SXSW and an endearing trailer, Tiny Furniture tells this tale better than most have. November 12