Will always ride hard for Mick’s Paul phase, summed up by the compilation Through the Past, Darkly, with its awesomely ridiculous octagonal cover.
You lose a certain kind of innocence when you experience this type of kindness. You lose your right to be a jaded cynic. You can no longer go back through the looking glass and pretend not to know wha...
When you want to start living, what do you do? How do you start? Where do you go? Who do you need to blow?
When I was a junior, my school introduced badminton, which was clearly a P.E. department ploy to get me away from the wrestling room, and it worked, since the first time I played badminton was like th...
What was going on with this guy? It was hard to tell, all through his forties. He was more beloved than ever, though his new music had no impact at all. He looked divine posing for photos with Pulp’s...
Walter Benjamin, in his prescient 1923 essay One Way Street, said a book was an outdated means of communication between two boxes of index cards. One professor goes through books, looking for tasty bi...
True, there’s nothing as great as A Day in the Life, but 2000 Light Years From Home isn’t far behind, while Citadel, 2000 Man, or The Lantern can hang with anything else on Pepper. The psychedelic Sto...
To enter into that karaoke mindset, you have to leave behind all your notions of good or bad, right or wrong, in tune or out of tune. The kara in the word karaoke is the same as the one in karate, whi...
There are millions of songs in the world, and millions of ways to connect them into mixes. Making the connections is part of the fun of being a fan.
That same power translates everywhere, all around the world, because nothing expresses joy like singing together.
She would wake up in the middle of the night and say things like What if Bad Bad Leroy Brown was a girl? or Why don’t they have commercials for salt like they do for milk?
My sisters were the coolest people I knew, and still are. I have always aspired to be like them and know what they know. My sisters were the color and noise in my black-and-white boy world-how I pitie...
I was totally clueless about social interaction, and completely scared of girls. All I knew was that music was going to make girls fall in love with me.
I was too scared to talk, but I was more scared to not talk.
I was the only kid at Camp Don Bosco who would admit he was an alter boy back home, so I served two masses a day all summer. But I loved the cassock and surplice, ringing the bells, lighting the candl...
I often took the bus to her apartment, where we drank bourbon and ginger ale, listened to the music we wanted to impress each other with, which eventually turned into listening to the music we actuall...
I keep my friends around, try to stay close to them, try to treat them right. I try to stay in touch with my friends who are far away, and I do a bad job of that, but I carry them with me.
I had never been so extravagantly proud of having blood that clotted.
Dog love is blind. For that matter, dog love is stupid.
But ma’am doesn’t translate in the North, where it just startles and offends.
