This isn’t my favorite Elton John album, but it has a couple of things going for it.
“Hey, I got another bunch of singles for you,” Robin said as soon as 45 Guy walked into the record store. Condition doesn’t matter to 45 Guy, only quantity. He’s kind of […]
Grand Funk had two things going for them in 1973: Todd Rundgren and cowbell. Okay, they had a lot more going for them that.
Two days of nearly straight driving carried us almost coast to coast. Jody and I barely spoke, barely moved. We were barely awake. The closer we came to Los Angeles the heavier […]
I have been on a crazy Grand Funk tear lately. Damn, these guys were good. And huge! Grand Funk Railroad was playing to stadiums—stadiums—and now it’s almost like they never existed. There […]
Casablanca was a seriously weird record label. Neil Bogart’s brainchild was primarily a disco label (it was the home of Donna Summer, after all), yet it made its fortune on the backs […]
My boy suffered his first loss recently, a friend who simply didn’t wake up one morning. That’s the way to do it, but not a week shy of your sixteenth birthday.
I was hoping to never think about this, much less write about it. This is such a dark corner of my past that I’ve done my best to expurgate it from my […]