Remarkably few of us have careers. We have jobs, but not careers.
I always pick up used Jandek CDs when I find them, but here’s a secret:
Uncles mostly get a bad rap in rock songs. They’re molesters, abusers, creeps.
Just a few weeks ago, prior to Lemmy and Bowie grabbing unfortunate headlines, the big news in the music world was the announcement that Guns N’ Roses were reuniting.
David Bowie released 27-30 official studio albums starting in 1967 and running through to 2016. Why the discrepancy? Well, it’s all a question of how you count them.
You know that obnoxious guy at the concert who knows the words to every song, no matter how obscure? That was me with Bowie.
My heroes are gone. Zappa, Bukowski, Vonnegut, Miller, Fante, and now Bowie.
It’s Bowie’s birthday! It’s also Elvis’s, but he didn’t release a new album to celebrate. I guess he’s too busy celebrating with Bigfoot and Hitler. There’s not much to this little piece, […]
It’s going to be a rough one, folks.
Need some Christmas music but sick of that Mariah Carey song?