Well, that happened.
On November 8, 2016, U.S. readers will cast their ballots for President of the United States, among other things. In fact, some voters already have.
“You can’t make me” might be one of the most childish things you can say. It’s also the theme of this year’s presidential campaign.
Kids don’t have many marketable skills. Booger eating is good for laughs, but there’s no real gold in them thar hills.
Politics, shmolitics, let’s get to the music.
I missed my Monday deadline: No true tale of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros for you this week.
That little hill on the working class side of Denver may have been my first, but it was not my last.
Dreams are perhaps second only to love as lyrics topics.
Rust is a great if a little hackneyed metaphor, so I’m surprised that I have so few “rust” songs in my stacks.
Man, we love to be right, don’t we?