A band I dig recently changed its name to….. well, something dumb. But they used to be called SLEEP which I think is one of the all time scariest names in metal, a genre known for scary band titles or at least attempts towards scary. Black Sabbath has a song on its debut album titled [...]
Yoplait
I can’t help it. I’m not hungry the first couple hours after waking up. Maybe a coffee with lots of heavy cream. Or maybe a Yoplait. But that’s it. Don’t even try coming at me with that fruit-at-the-bottom bullshit.
Snoopy Camp
I spent last summer at Snoopy Camp. This was a particularly wonderful experience because I was broke, jobless and thirty-eight years old. I never went to summer camp as a child but I sure as hell did as an adult.
I love the sun, beaches, women and entertainment industry provided by Southern California. But at the [...]
Peter Tosh
“The Red X Letters” documentary about Peter Tosh captivated me for the last two hours. It is Sunday and I sit in front of the TV with a breeze rattling palm fronds against my window.
Peter was ‘Malcom X’ to Bob’s ‘Martin Luther King Jr’. More militant than Marley, Tosh wielded a sword on stage. Even [...]
Moroccan Gifts
I finally got the San Diegan on the phone. He was stressed, at wit’s end, his bottle of Ambien emptied three nights before. The escrow had been cruel in length and the previous owner refused to move out. She was nice as a squatter can be but nonetheless present. She could not get it through [...]