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 […]
Propaganda is a 1979 A&M records sampler notable for live tracks from Joe Jackson and The Police. This was mandatory listening when I was a kid, and it still holds up. You […]
I don’t know why my mother thought that I would enjoy Summer Science Camp, but it meant two weeks living in the Clemson University dorms so I was game. She dropped me […]