Months passed, and Jody’s and my relationship grew more platonic. She was beautiful and I was 21 years old: platonic was the last thing on my mind.
Let’s not talk, okay? Let’s just hold hands and stare in wide-eyed wonder at our newest inductee into the Bad Album Cover Hall of Fame.
Here’s hoping that this is the first of many pieces for the indie music site Diffuser. I really dig the site and the editorial staff over there is great, and they love […]
Diffuser.fm asked me to put together a review of U2’s latest, and I said “yes please.”
Sometimes digging through the stacks is like discovering some alternate history, a sort of Da Vinci Code excursion in 4/4 time with more cowbell. Here’s an alternate version of early sixties pop, […]
. Sylvester Stallone got it absolutely right with his 1976 tale of washed up “ham and egger” Rocky Balboa, leg breaker for the local loan shark who gets one last chance at […]
Recently I dug an album out of my stacks by Rockets that featured a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Oh Well.” Man, what a song. I started thinking of all the great Fleetwood […]
First things first: “Loomis Basin Swetzer Pale Ale” is really fun to say. Go ahead and say it aloud three times. I’ll wait here. So the name is great, but how’s the […]
The worst day of my writing life was attending a Kurt Vonnegut lecture entitled “How To Get A Job Like Mine.” Great title, right? I couldn’t wait for the big man to […]
Tribal Seeds packed Sacramento’s Ace of Spades tonight, and I mean packed. There may have been some room left somewhere in the club, but if so I couldn’t find it. And the […]