My uncle died last week. Gone. Kaput. No more of this Earth. Dying is a popular trend at the moment: David Bowie, Glenn Frey, my uncle. All the cool kids are doing […]
I received a jury summons. Aside from visits to the DMV this marked the first time I’d butted up against government and its processes.
Perry Farrell had a new band, and they were playing in the desert outside of L.A.
After the riots, the producers of The Looters found themselves without a movie title, but one of the film’s stars had a solution.
The next morning I awoke and ran back up to the roof of the Su Casa Apartments to see how the riots were progressing. I could see the fires making their way […]
I would be exaggerating if I told you that everyone in Los Angeles had an LAPD story back in ’92, but it sure seemed like it.
What follows is a bit of a Why It Matters spoiler, so if that’s something that matters to you this is a good time to bail out.
I woke up this morning thinking about Urban Dance Squad. There aren’t many mornings where I’m awakened by thoughts of Dutch funk rock bands that haven’t been mentioned in American popular culture […]
Thanksgiving mattered for one reason when I was a kid, and it’s not what you think.
What were we talking about again? Ernest Scared Stupid. We spent three months in Nashville. During that time I listened to Fishbone’s The Reality of My Surroundings repeatedly, watched the Bulls of […]