As I’d mentioned previously, we spent the weekend at Balticon doing the geek thing. Generally, I believe a good time was had by all, though I will freely admit that a long-weekend convention is probably about twelve to eighteen hours longer than I’m used to or (more likely) capable of handling without a little bit […]
Once again, a couple of short thoughts on some records: ♦Damn Yankees – Don’t Tread: Jack Blades (Night Ranger), Tommy Shaw (Styx), and Ted Nugent, all relatively heavy hitters in the 70s and 80s, joined forces in the 90’s to form this “super group” and had several hits, a couple of which were on this, […]
♦Elvis Costello – Brutal Youth: Remember the BMG mail order CD club? The one where you got a little catalog and a postcard every month and if you didn’t return the postcard by a certain time (and sometimes even when you did), they’d send you (and charge you for) a CD you didn’t necessarily want? […]
For your consideration, a theory about the curious intersection of music, film, and the passage of time, courtesy of Steve Haden at the AV Club: …director Robert Zemeckis used Lewis’ “The Power Of Love” in the biggest box-office grosser of 1985, Back To The Future. Conceding that I was likely giving Zemeckis and his co-screenwriter […]
Another couple of trips up and down the I-95 corridor, and another handful of CDs drawn more-or-less randomly from the big green box to talk about: ♦Poison – Native Tongue: Remember those couple of years in the early 90s when it seems that all the big 80s hair metal bands had one of their founding […]
…or, you know, “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC? I mean, there’s the whole Iron Man II precedent and everything! The Foo Fighters under the credits didn’t quite cut it for me. As you might have guessed, I finally got around to seeing Thor this weekend. And unsurprisingly, I really, really liked it. It was easily the most […]
Located against the wall below a window in my home office/computer room, is a very large green trunk. This trunk contains a unique view into my personal history, as it holds within it the vast majority of my music collection, from the yellowing fold out labels of the first cassettes I ever bought with my […]
deadmalls dot com. Remember, in the flurry of youth, when the mall was someplace you actually wanted to go to? Seems no one else can either. Intellectually, I can remember twice weekly worship sessions at these air-conditioned, brown-and-orange tiled temples of commerce attended by roving bands of Aqua-Netted, denim clad youth, but I can’t remember […]
