They were huge in Tuvalu, but New England is known these days mostly for an interesting footnote.
All songs (well, most) tell a story, but story songs are really something special.
Oh, for Christ’s sake let’s just get this over with.
It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]
I have a dish of songs next to me that have coagulated into that one giant chunk of striped hard candy that grandmothers try to palm off onto unsuspecting kids. None of these […]
Special pressing have always appealed to me. Just last week I posted a clear vinyl album, and I’m sure I’ll be posting lots more colored vinyl. So why a boring old black […]
Finding a road into South Carolina has been tough. It should not be so difficult. The interstate medians are wide there, and the traffic is light. But those are the wrong roads, […]
Henry Rollins is right. I should end this post right there, but that would be nowhere near narcissistic enough. Over the past week I’ve been reading Smile, You’re Traveling, which is probably […]