
Flogging the dolphin. Beating the Bishop. Choking the chicken. Bopping the baloney. Don’t pretend you don’t do it.
Flogging the dolphin. Beating the Bishop. Choking the chicken. Bopping the baloney. Don’t pretend you don’t do it.
As you read this, I’m sitting on a Hawaiian beach (and before you get any ideas I have somebody watching my house. He’s heavily armed and devoid of conscience, so don’t even […]
Third period, art. The only place in that horrible school where I wasn’t a pariah. Art classes tend to attract an interesting mix of students. We had the Easy A’s, the Very […]
Coach Parsons came to Boiling Springs High School directly from central casting. He bore the square jaw, blue eyes and humped nose of a Roman centurion, but now in his late forties […]
Bruce wasn’t the only chart topper of 1984 whose worst songs also happen to be his most popular. The Billboard 100 singles chart for that year represents a tremendous amount of talent […]
There are a few revered flashpoints in rock and roll history, those moments that sparked the audience to go out and form their own bands — The Beatles appearing on Sullivan, for example. […]