The first time I ever saw boobs was on the streets of Galveston during Mardi Gras. Puddle of Mudd was playing on the Strand and my parents thought twelve was old enough to brave that chaos to see them.… more
The first time I ever saw boobs was on the streets of Galveston during Mardi Gras. Puddle of Mudd was playing on the Strand and my parents thought twelve was old enough to brave that chaos to see them.… more
Daddy said I need to defend the house now that I’m the man and if I put a sock over this bat, the bad guys grab the sock but not the bat. See? Then I can bash em.… more
“This next piece shall be about silence,” he said. “A pure and simple quietude.”… more
Someday we’ll talk about us, but today is not that day.… more
We found his last will and testament, printed on special old-style stationary from Staples he seemed to have stamp-notarized himself. I forgot to mention he was a notary public. He wanted all his assets donated to the NAACP, and he insisted his grave stone say, “Catch You on The Flip Side.”… more
“Being out of my mom’s house for the first time, surrounded by more cosmopolitan people I couldn’t relate to, deeply unsure of myself, I bonded with these albums. They told me there was a world out there not just for me to revere but emulate.”… more
“The Rumba Cafe is only slightly larger than my two bedroom apartment and smells like summer in Ohio… more
“There are writers and poets who called into question the tenants of life, but it’s popular artists, and popular acts like Prince that really did this in such a widespread way… more
“It seems only fitting that the first record I find while crate digging after a wedding would be a double LP audiophile nervous breakdown from Ryan Adams… more
This week’s author of “A.H.B.A.” provides analysis on Garth Brooks’ place in country music… more