Here’s a pro tip for time travelers: bring blue jeans.
We pick one day per year to say “thank you.” How screwed up is that?
Hardee’s loved me, and I don’t know why. Sure I worked hard, but I fucked off hard, too — especially if Matt and I were working together. He would climb up on […]
Sad news out of Florida this morning that head Monkee and Marcia Brady prom date Davy Jones succumbed to a heart attack. I’m sure there will be plenty of “Last Train to Clarksville” […]
The Seventies laid claim to some great live albums, never mind that many of them were created in a studio. The Woodstock soundtrack kicked off the decade, which to me was roughly […]
One morning before home room the perky girls began tacking hand-lettered signs all over the school. Two weeks from Friday we were invited to attend a sock hop in the school gym. It […]
“Life is too short to have anything but delusional notions about yourself.” – Gene Simmons My first KISS sighting was in 1976 in the Chicago Tribune. It was a feature […]
Shortly after Independence Day 1976, we moved to Texas and reunited with my father. A new state, a new town, a new school. It didn’t take long to meet all of the […]
Manilow Madness aside, I did my best to be the manly son my father wanted. I joined the Cub Scouts. I played Little League and flag football. And the thing is I […]
I was hoping to never think about this, much less write about it. This is such a dark corner of my past that I’ve done my best to expurgate it from my […]