Love lost. Love that never was. Love found. Love beyond imagination.
It’s the love of working with my nephew to take the music I’ve had in my heart for years and working it out of me into something we could record. He took all my notes — the descriptions of music and sounds I don’t know the technical terms for — and put into the world exactly what was in my head. Continue reading →
(Note: This originally appeared at TheNerdyBomb website and is reprinted here with permission. Also, you should read TheNerdyBomb daily. Thanks!)
I am a Terminator.
More accurately, I am part-Terminator.
OK, most accurately, I am part-Robocop, given that I’m less of a from-the-future cyborg assassin and more of a his-body-is-broken-so-let’s-replace-him-with-parts type of guy, but since I’m the one writing this, and since I prefer Terminators, I’m going with that, particular the T-2 type. Continue reading →
UPDATED: Dec. 28, 2012
A long time ago (or, actually, two years ago), I would make annual Best Of lists, usually for movies and music, and I loved doing it. I always wanted to include TV shows and books, but I often found myself unable to list 10, and since all good lists come in groups of 10, I would leave them off and be done with it.
Last year, though, I opted for an overarching list that included all things I loved about the year, so I’m now thinking that’s the way to go. Oddly enough, this year, I had a hard time narrowing my TV shows down to 10 – we really are in an amazing era of quality TV. Note: These aren’t necessarily listed in order of favorites or quality.
It feels a bit odd to be heading into the first weekend of August and not be heading up to Chicago.
After five straight years of attending Lollapalooza, this marks the second year in a row I’ve missed out on the madness, and to be honest, I might not go back again. Between an increase in costs (tickets, airfare, hotels) and a decrease in bands I want to see, the better option appears to be to stick with five great years of memories (most of which it seems involved strangers asking me for drugs; the strongest thing I ever had was ibuprofen). Continue reading →
Bruce Springsteen’s more overtly political albums tend to have a quieter feel, as though the music couldn’t match the vitriol of the lyrics. In albums like Nebraska and The Ghost of Tom Joad, Springsteen mostly armed himself with an acoustic guitar and a harmonica, painting stories of bleakness in which the promise of hope was as sparse as the music. Continue reading →
I tend to argue that they often get it wrong on the Best Picture winners, but even when they mess up, I find myself drawn to the allure of the award. Movies remain America’s grandest form of popular entertainment, making the Oscars, good or bad, a major draw. Continue reading →
At a Halloween party in 2009, the three guys pictured below (from left, John Martin, who was originally dressed as “John Martin;” me, dressed as Tobias Fünke from Arrested Development; and Cory Graham, dressed as Alex from A Clockwork Orange) decided we should have a picture taken in the style of mid-1990s boy bands. John Martin as “John Martin” is the only one who remained in his original costume for the album cover, but we each added on layers of boy band awesomeness for our debut album, Stairway to Nowhere. Continue reading →