A social media buddy of mine recently proposed that we’ve reached peak vinyl, that purchasing records is now synonymous with investing in baseball cards circa 1991.
Friend of WIM and cowboy music fan Robbo files this report from Brunswick:
Tuesday didn’t work out. In high school I would have considered her an Untouchable, one of those girls who remains off limits to guys like me. But this wasn’t high school it […]
Today marks the second anniversary of Why It Matters. Last year was a busy one. Here’s what happened, and also what’s coming up:
Politics and observational bitching aren’t my wheelhouses. There are plenty of places out there for you to read that stuff, so I stick to music and true tales of puking strawberry daquiri […]