My look back at an eventful, dysfunctional, random musical life.
What better to accompany food than a soundtrack?
The whole story is “…strange. It’s just…strange.” And it is, but in the beautiful way that some stories are so strange they make perfect sense.
Sometimes I occupy my busy brain with the exercise of thinking-of-things-that-are-punk-rock-that-aren’t-actually-punk-rock. First, of course, it is necessary to arrive at a definition from which to work. “Punk” has a long and fascinating […]