If “transitional album” ever makes its way to Websters, Empire’s album cover should be pictured right next to the definition.
My grandmother, the ghost.
It all began with a broken Fender Telecaster.
Futurists have worried about the rise of the machines at least as far back as the Greeks. The story of Icarus isn’t just one of hubris, but specifically hubris in the form […]
I’ve had a lot of names over the course of my life. I’ve been Jimmy, Jim, James, Jimbo, Jimmy Mac, Jaime, Jamie, and Hymes. I’ve been Mr. Stafford, Dad, Son, and a […]
Some kids are obsessed with heavy machinery: bulldozers, tractors, cranes, dump trucks–they just can’t get enough of them.
My biggest disappointment with this article: I couldn’t find my old Screaming Life/Fopp cassette to use for the cover art. I had this whole “Hey look at me, I was an early […]
Today’s piece was supposed to be a harrowing tale of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros haunting the new, improved James. In this particular instance a black Trans-Am played the role of the […]
Putting together a playlist of songs about moms isn’t very difficult. In fact, you could make a playlist of songs named “Mama” without ever resorting to “She’s A Bad Mama Jama.” But […]
With exception to a dark period in their catalog that I choose not to think about, Heart has long been one of my favorite bands. Of the thousands of groups who modeled […]