“I snogged the drummer,” she said. “That’s cool!” I replied, “Uhh, isn’t it?” The conversation above was my second introduction to The Wildhearts. The first…
… but they don’t like to be alone with me.
I thought I would be, but no, I’m really not at all. By Golly, I think I like ’em! Reading about music is like a…
Hand over hand, bloody-knuckled, bedraggled, and panting, I’ve been climbing back into the habit of reading. I flat-out gave up on it a few years…
Half our fence fell prostrate before Mother Nature as She decided that 50 degrees was too magnanimous a December fortune for Her children in Ohio.…
Maybe it was the pending solstice, which seems to have hit at 6am this morning. I don’t know, but something flipped today for the better.…
Do we hate it when our friends become successful? No! We’re even happy when marginal acquaintances get a little love and affection. Which brings me…
As is often the case, my favorite column in this month’s edition is “Listening To My Life” by Andy Whitman. Yeah, I know the guy…
Right now, K-Fed is asking me: “Why do you read Details?” Well, Sir… Because they have articles that I can relate to (“Are you turning…
Just barely made it through this month’s GQ. They ran their “best of the year” issue, which is just a lazy way of filling extra…