
Change is a bastard. Nothing leaves us feeling more naked and vulnerable (other than being naked) than having our little snowball shaken up. Whether the end result is good, bad, planned, unexpected, […]
Change is a bastard. Nothing leaves us feeling more naked and vulnerable (other than being naked) than having our little snowball shaken up. Whether the end result is good, bad, planned, unexpected, […]
I liked The Babys. They had a cool sort of seventies AOR thing going on that seemed very adult to an elementary schooler like me, and songs like “Isn’t It Time” were […]
I have 33,000 songs in my pocket. I can go for three months, twenty-four hours per day and not listen to the same song twice; well, at least not the same version. […]
Henry Rollins is right. I should end this post right there, but that would be nowhere near narcissistic enough. Over the past week I’ve been reading Smile, You’re Traveling, which is probably […]