I almost didn’t get this playlist done because I put it off so long.
Ask any record store veteran around my age when we hit peak vinyl, and he or she will probably say 1985-87.
That old dude looked pretty swell in his A’s t-shirt, like he belonged to something bigger than himself.
There’s a right way and a wrong way to do everything, or so the theory goes.
Sports are all about determining “the best.”
Numbers are sneaky little bastards.
Joe Jackson’s Look Sharp remains one of the all-time great debut albums.
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 […]
I’m in San Francisco this week, which I must confess isn’t one of my favorite cities. I’m sorry, I know people adore this place and I’ve had some great times here, but […]
Fire is great musical fodder. We want to stand next to it, make it when we kiss, have a burning yearning feeling inside of us. Even after the fire the fire still […]