I missed my Monday deadline: No true tale of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros for you this week.
Int., Su Casa Apartment #207, Night: Peter Gabriel’s Passion on the stereo. I walk to the kitchen and grab a knife from the silverware drawer. It is cheap and dull. I carve […]
I loved my friend Carolyn’s apartment. Her neighborhood was quiet and tidy, as was her place.
If you only read one article today that links Ozzy Osbourne to Kermit the Frog, make it this one.
Don’t pretend this cover didn’t spook you.
This is the end, my only friend. That’s what the end of those first relationships feels like. Who am I kidding? That’s how the end of any relationship feels: friendships, romances, death. […]
I watched Montage of Heck, the Kurt Cobain documentary, over the weekend. The film is well done, but I didn’t leave feeling like I learned anything new about its subject. I may […]
Without Sabbath there is no grunge. Period. End of article. But of course that’s never the end of the story. Read how Black Sabbath fathered heavy metal and grandfathered grunge here.
Change is a bastard. Nothing leaves us feeling more naked and vulnerable (other than being naked) than having our little snowball shaken up. Whether the end result is good, bad, planned, unexpected, […]
In-store appearances. In one regard they are a blast. The energy in the record store is high, there’s a lot of action, and of course there’s the brush with greatness. Hanging with […]