One million is sort of a magical number, one that has both a literal meaning and a symbolic one.
Well, it’s over. Nine handwritten black journals and 251 numbered posts later, the story that I envisioned for Why It Matters has been told.
Breakdowns: We all have at least one.
I loved Blind Melon’s first album, still do.
Heroin is some creepy shit.
Great album cover or greatest album cover?
Crash Midnight is a great little band out of Boston that plays a flavor of rock and roll that never goes out of style but for some reason seems to be underrepresented […]
One afternoon while we were organizing the cassette wall I learned the secret to Theresa’s celebrity indifference. A well known television actor walked up to her, and before he could ask for […]
Are there still porn stars? I don’t mean people who do the dirty dog on film—let’s face it, that’s half the population at this point—but stars? I really don’t know, but I […]
So I drove into Los Angeles, and it was every bit the jungle that Guns N’ Roses promised me. In less than 12 hours I had a run in with a cop, […]