Monthly Archives: July 2012

Not all art is timeless. When the Replacements recorded “Answering Machine,” the technology described was new ish, and still, a serious disruption of the telecommunication experience. Also, hauntingly beautiful. But who has an answering machine anymore? Who is out of … Continue reading →

Getting the house to myself is rare rare rare. Sometimes, I like to get fired just so I can have the time in front of the TV – or alone in the bathroom with no one else seeking entry – … Continue reading →

It was late in the game when the opportunity unfolded: “You can join our band, our nation-touring record-selling drink-devouring band, after we’ve put in so many years flying our freak flag telling the kids to follow. You want to be … Continue reading →

Sixteen, blueballed,bent all out of shape by a fucking school filled with hundred dollar grooms, folk stars and soldiers of misfortune, I was nothing but a dope smoking moron, white and lazy, treatment bound. I had nothing. I was nothing … Continue reading →

LES IS Les is a moron. Not that it’s a bad thing but don’t cheat off of his tests or have him do your taxes or, you know, pick up lunch. Les is a moron. He repeated first grade, but … Continue reading →