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So, I’m guzzling SoCo and lime shots at a local bar on Saturday when the deejay, a complete bozo and an Abercrombie polo, announces he’ll be taking requests. Goddamnit, I say to no one in particular, grimacing as I realize the free Democratic vote has given us James Buchanan, Taylor Hicks, and laws against medical marijuana ... read more |
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This is a tricky thing to explain, because it’s not just Reed’s name that’s carrying weight; it’s his credibility. If Gene Simmons were to be overheard in a bar saying he thought Gwen Stefani’s solo work was far edgier than No Doubt’s earlier material, that would instantly become the anti-opinion of everyone in the room ... read more |
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I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a hell of a week. Santa (1) came and visited my household, dolling out Christmas cheer and accidentally leaving one of his Lipitors next to an empty plate of chocolate chunk cookies on my kitchen table. My beloved Chicago Blackhawks have won four straight, and I couldn’t be in a better mood. Now, it’s time to tarnish those good vibes by digging up all the heinous stories of Rock N Roll excess from the last week ... read more |
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