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“Drivin’ faster in my car…” My friend comments on how quickly we made it to Corpus…and I let her know...
“You can’t talk I’m anxious I’m off the walls I’m right here just Come outside And see in But pack...
I have little faith in anything except that life always balances itself out. In fact, I’m kind of obsessive about...
My friend and I are finishing up a chocolate souffle and a glass of champagne all the while enjoying few live...
I’ve often joked that if I were to write a memoir of my rock ‘n roll adventures, it would be...
I was driving down 7th street, thinking how oddly quiet it seemed out tonight, full on tacos from Guero’s. I...
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we can’t seem to locate you. It appears you are in the middle of nowhere. Can...
On September 18th at 4:30pm, I was reading Kurt Cobain’s Journals in bed next to my mother as she took...
I’ve always been fascinated with the concept of time. Not in a mathematical, scientific sense. Oh no, that would be...
Once upon a time, back in 2006, I was in the midst of a live music binge that would end...
The first time I had even heard of Porcupine Tree was almost exactly one year ago. It was the final...
15 years ago, at age 15, I went to my first rock show sans parental supervision at Sunken Garden in...
It didn’t dawn on me that it was Friday the 13th until it was too late. With the way things...
While this is technically my second show to write about after moving back to Texas, it was my first metal...
I woke up with the sun on Monday morning. It trickles in my windows as it rises over the hills...
schism (skzm, sz-) n. 1. A separation or division into factions. As I watched my couch- the last piece of...
Dear 18 year old me, I’m writing you from 12 years in the future, where everything and nothing is the...
When I made the decision to move home on account of my mom’s illness, I wanted to have one last...
You could easily separate those leaving Pride from those going to Danzig as I walked along Van Ness. Once in...
What follows will not be my best effort writing about APTBS. For that, try this one. My mind keeps going...
A last minute invite had me happily returning to The Fillmore for the second night in a row. As I...
I guess you could say that it’s somewhat poetic that the week of my return to San Francisco for the...
I was chatting with a friend of mine at a show on Monday, asking him what he had coming up...
6:05pm: “Come to the back door.” 6:10pm: “Where is it?” 6:15pm: “It’s around the back, in an alley.” 6:16pm: “Off...
I sped through the rain-soaked, foggy Santa Cruz mountains watching the sun disappear. With the stereo cranked high, I tried...
With 5 minutes to spare, I walked into the much more sparsely crowded, heavier atmosphere of the DNA Lounge to...
The dreaded Regency Ballroom security. I remembered to remove the pack of gum and the pen from my bag, but...
