Late 1988/early 1989 was a brilliant time musically, hair metal and Rick Astley aside.
Deep Cuts: 1988-89
Deep Cuts: Songs For Destruction
I may have reduced a short story to smouldering rubble, but we’re prone to dive bomb all aspects of our lives: careers, relationships, health. Lately our government has been particularly adept at […]
119. Return of the Son of Son of Return of the Son of the Cutout Bin
It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]
117. Stars Will Fall From Dark Skies
I’ve been pretty hard on El Gordo Sumner over the last couple of years, probably because he makes it so easy with his lutes and his tantric boners. But like pretty much […]
10. Loose Nut
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 […]
Why It Matters 