Later, Summer
Summer wasn’t all it could have been cracked up to be, is the way I’m looking at it now. I hate to poo-poo it, since it’s hardly ever worth true criticism, but it must be said: Summer 2003 never really came together. Or did it? Let’
Andrew Womack
Blackout!
The lights flickered, the computer blinked out (but not before I saved my Word doc! Ha!) there was a weird ‘chirping’ sound coming from outside the building. Something was definitely amiss. What was happening, however, was impossible to tell. What was pretty clear, however, was that I was going to
Guys Near My Work
Near my work there are these two parking lots. Well, one’s a lot and the other’s a garage, actually. But still, they’re in competition for any passing vehicles looking for a place to park. Both the lot and the garage employ a guy each who wears dungarees
Mascots
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we dig into some heavy research to tell you what your school mascot really says about you.
T-minus Band, Four Legs to Three
T-minus Band is known for three things: 1) that it’s a true DIY project if ever there were one; 2) that it’s all done by one guy in Alabama named Troy T.; and 3) that nobody’s actually heard of T-minus Band. The only reason we
Getting Warmer with John Warner
As we continue the staffing additions around here, we are happy to announce that John Warner, the inimitable, intimidating, and intransigent writer of this lot here (and about fourteen-billion other things everywhere else), has accepted our offer (mainly store coupons) and has signed on to be a contributing writer
Loving the Yeti
It is with no small amount of joy that I introduce our new contributing writer: he of Defective Yeti fame, and writer of these fine stories here, Matthew Baldwin. Here you can read a little about him and see a photo of a guy wiping out on a bike, which
Feats of Strength
As many of you must already know, Rosecrans is getting married soon. So soon, in fact, that his bachelor party was last night. Though we avoided getting a woman to jump out of a cake (Paul Ford and I discussed the unappetizing ramifications of forgetting to take her out before
Dead Meadow, Shivering King and Others
Dead Meadow is dirty, dirty psychedelic rock of the Blue Cheer variety. In fact, so much of the sound is so authentic that you’d swear it was snaked straight out of a ‘60s acid burnout’s record collection. To take the metaphor to more extravagant frontiers, we’ll have
Mercury Rev, Deserter’s Songs
I’ve long held a belief in the twin, astral spirits of Mercury Rev and The Flaming Lips. Maybe it’s not real, but I’ve always perceived this direct line between the two bands. And, certainly, why not? They share a producer, the visionary Dave Fridmann. And Jonathan Donahue