Lost albums, the forbidden fruit of record collecting.
Heroin is some creepy shit.
Only a nobody walks in L.A., so I started walking.
This was the album that made RHCP huge, but is it also responsible for the tattoo craze?
It was big, shiny, and polished. Ten was the album we were supposed to hate.
Life continued in the Chicago suburbs. My baseball skills improved, and I started holding my own in fights. I made a best buddy. We’d play Evel Knievel and Hot Wheels and listen […]
I’m not sure we grasp just how big the friggin’ Twist was.
Seriously, how great is this album?
Near MGM’s building stood a ’50s-themed diner named Ed Debevic’s. The stainless steel, red vinyl, and neon were draws, but the real feature was the staff. The waiters and waitresses at Ed’s […]
You can’t always judge a record by its cover.