I am sitting in a diner, listening to Miles Davis’s 1987 album, Music From Siesta. I was managing a record store in Savannah when this album was released three decades ago. Thirty […]
Flogging the dolphin. Beating the Bishop. Choking the chicken. Bopping the baloney. Don’t pretend you don’t do it.
If you’ve been reading along for any amount of time, you know that I’m willing to ‘fess up to my musical sins and vices. I’ve postured as a Guy In Black T-Shirt […]
The bad thing about being a teenager in a Black Sabbath t-shirt or gazing at your Capezios through lumps of eyeliner is that you have to hide in the closet all of […]
Summer ended and I returned to SCAD. Jody postponed her New York move for a few months and came with me. So did Jarod, my old cycling buddy and roommate, and his […]
During the mid-eighties we either enjoyed or suffered a mini-Hooters craze, depending on your fondness for cuts like “All You Zombies” and “And We Danced.” Hooters band mates Eric Bazilian and Rob […]
Steve The Manager’s office was gone, buried beneath piles of promotional records so deep that he could barely fit behind his desk. He didn’t, really. Steve The Manager slumped into his desk […]