Waaaay back in April I told you about a Michigan-based band called Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and I had a dream. My dream was selfish, but heartfelt: That Jr. Jr., whose demos had been on constant repeat on my iPod since I got my grabby grabby little hands on them,

Winter would be easier if we were all bears, because then we could sleep away several months. Instead, we humans have to find ways to entertain ourselves to avoid winter madness, like watching the entire series of Arrested Development in a three-week span, reading the books we’ve been carrying around

Move the dial all the way over to the far side and catch the airwaves tonight at my newest cheap swill border buster, Mexican Radio, tonight at the Lone Star. In the finest of traditions, the Lone Star is playing the part of a skuzzy antro just on the periphery,

When my family comes to visit, there’s nothing my little brothers enjoy more than asking why we have to walk so much (specifically, “Why can’t we take a subway to the subway?”), followed by consistently ordering refills of Root Beer at restaurants that do not offer free refills, thereby creating

It’s a pity that plastic is so popular, because glass really has it beat. It’s solid, feels sturdy in the hand, doesn’t ooze any chemicals when you microwave it or get stained strange colors and it’s much more satisfying to use if you have to say… smack a fool down.

On Monday, September 13th I have the great honor of opening for Sam Amidon at Café Du Nord. Sam’s a folk singer from Vermont who reinvents old Appalachian folk songs into modern masterpieces. So I’m being a bit grandiose, but everything I hear about the guy is nothing but goodness!