
I may be a cruddy swimmer, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be invited to the pool party. There will be booze, after all, and cleavage, and if the water […]
I may be a cruddy swimmer, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be invited to the pool party. There will be booze, after all, and cleavage, and if the water […]
Have you heard enough about COVID-19?
My Dating Game story didn’t turn out as good as I hoped, but that’s okay.
> If there was any justice in this world, Fishbone would enjoy success on at least a U2 level.
I was thinking the other day about the death of the saxophone. When the rock era dawned, having a sax player on the front line was as commonplace as featuring a hotshot […]
I’ve never been a smoker, though I’ve tried.
I like to think everyone who lived in L.A. in ’92 was changed by the riots.
What were we talking about again? Ernest Scared Stupid. We spent three months in Nashville. During that time I listened to Fishbone’s The Reality of My Surroundings repeatedly, watched the Bulls of […]
Nashville, my first location gig. The movie was nothing to brag about — Ernest Scared Stupid — but three months away from my shitty Hollywood apartment sounded good. I needed a break […]
Los Angeles is a great place to be young and starstruck. You might meet a future Oscar winner at your cruddy day job, or get hit on by a faded star at […]