I am wearing the Skarhead shirt I bought off Sammy the Mick (RIP) for $5 during the Trapped Under Ice set at the third Sound and Fury festival, the first at the Earl Warren Fairgrounds near Santa Barbara. The moment I arrived, I handed off the keys to my ‘95 Volvo 850 (crimson) to Paul … Continue reading
It was the odd party night in early February New York. The mix of a brutal door and cold weather can send two people home together faster than if they’d actually made it into the club and socialized a bit. My apartment at the time sucked, but it was centrally located and the woman who’d … Continue reading
Children are the sort of ingrates that need to be tricked into nourishment. My parents, lovers of the arts who didn’t decide to have a kid until their very late 30’s, knew this to be a truth. Just a few years ago I convinced my Mom, both of us still grieving a freshly dead father/husband, … Continue reading
The Danville Grange hall is located on Diablo Rd. in Danville, California. It’s a big municipal space next to a creek, with a three foot stage, and built in seats lining either side of the hall. I think you rent your own PA, or you rent it from them. During the week the venue hosts … Continue reading
What I’m Here For Bartending is legal drug dealing. 88 thousand people die from alcohol related deaths every year in the U.S. alone. Still, it’s a legal and socially enforced part of adulthood that spans humanity. There’s the customer, a physical divider, the bartender (hello) and then finally, the product. If the product isn’t served … Continue reading
The Thursday before the Democratic National Convention, I received an offer to cover the event as an on camera personality for a new weed focused media site. I’ve never wanted to be on camera, but I have been itching for a road back towards writing outside of entertainment and culture. As a kid, I wanted … Continue reading
Predictions for the coming year are myriad. As always, humanity stares out at the vast landscape of the future, wondering what comes next, in fear, or in wonder. Continue reading
The dinosaur skeleton resides in the foyer. A long necked herbivore like a brachiosaurus doesn’t seem practical, and a T-Rex is gauche. I’ve settled on a triceratops, because they’re as emblematic as something like a Stegosaurus, but majestic, instead of ugly. You do want a dinosaur people can name off hand, otherwise you’ll spend half … Continue reading
I Own Some T Shirts. Other people own more of them, rare ones that I don’t have, duplicates, fleshed out collections, but I like what I have. The most complete collections of ephemera I see are from my contemporaries that don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I didn’t realize how much of a crazy financial … Continue reading
As depressingly comfortable as I am with the text inside Get In The Van, I had no interest in reading it when it was lent to me 15 years ago. I was the sort of high school sophomore who was so hell bent on remaining friendless that it wasn’t enough to someone to be the one other kid in a Black Flag shirt in a teeming mass of 3,000 adolescents. Continue reading
