RIP Michael Jackson
I couldn’t help but blast Michael Jackson’s Number Ones as soon as I got home from work. As my friend Jeanne put it, “maybe he just had had enough. Meant with the utmost respect.” RIP, Michael.
I couldn’t help but blast Michael Jackson’s Number Ones as soon as I got home from work. As my friend Jeanne put it, “maybe he just had had enough. Meant with the utmost respect.” RIP, Michael.
Tomorrow marks 100 days since the BP oil spill in the gulf. I know they “successfully” capped it, but as long as that sucker is still leaking, I’m saying there is still an oil spill. But this disaster got me thinking a lot about the good old days of folk – when popular music regularly included anthems… Read More
When I was in my formative high school days, going to the Warped Tour was a highlight of the summer. Just old enough to drive, we’d pile about 9 bros and skateboards into mom-duke’s Ford Exploder and drive at high speed to Fitchburg or some other pseudo-municipality in middle Massachusetts, blasting Rage Against The Machine and… Read More