If “transitional album” ever makes its way to Websters, Empire’s album cover should be pictured right next to the definition.
Months passed, and Jody’s and my relationship grew more platonic. She was beautiful and I was 21 years old: platonic was the last thing on my mind.
Two days of nearly straight driving carried us almost coast to coast. Jody and I barely spoke, barely moved. We were barely awake. The closer we came to Los Angeles the heavier […]
One thing about gigging for forty years: You get really good at it. Foghat might not draw the way they did during their seventies heyday, but that has nothing to do with […]
I’ve never been in a band, never had that “get in the van let’s go catch the flying panties” band experience. There’s always hope, though. Any day now I might hit a […]
On May 19, 1913, Igor Stravinsky debuted his new ballet, The Rite of Spring. People actually rioted, proving once and for all that ballet fans are representin’. That riot and the legal […]
During the summer after eighth grade we spent a week at Disney World in Florida. My father bought some sort of package deal that included a campsite, park tickets, and three meals […]