I sat down the other night for one hour of perfect writing time, the kind of time recommended by experts who write books on writing.
The late ’60s come down to two years musically, and 1968 ain’t one of them.
The short version: These guys opened for The Who last night, they killed, and your photos are at the end of this post. Feel free to reuse them, but attribute them “courtesy […]
Every kid thinks that his or her hometown is boring. As you read this a pimply Manhattan teenager is complaining that there’s nothing to do. Mon ami in Paris is so disgusted […]
On November 10, 2011, lung cancer got the best of doo-wop legend Darryl “Cappy” Lewis. You’ve never heard of him? Neither had I until I cracked open The Sacramento Bee and read Robert D. Davila’s obituary. I couldn’t believe […]