...but if I were, I'd be buying tickets to Chuck Ragan's shows in and around that country this month. The best birthday present I ever bought myself is his studio record "Feast or Famine." Got $12 sittin' around? Do yourself a favor ( Read more... )

I suspect video games may have been involved, but my memories of the past year are pretty blurry. It's a fantastic, technicolor blur that I don't regret in the least, but it is also an undocumented one. Who can say what happened? Probably the credit card companies. Goddamn ( Read more... )

I don't use this much these days, but maybe I should...

Trent Beckett died on Friday. He was one of the very few people on this Earth that I have been lucky enough to call "friend."

What have I been doing with my time, you might ask, and indeed you would be posing a question that I often level at myself. What HAVE I been doing with my time?

Well, THIS, of which I am proud.

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Untold weeks later, our reluctant hero awakes schooled, showered, shaven, and inexplicably 28. He glances about, warily, wearily, slowly absorbing the chaos of the vibrant apartment; invading his vision a stack of cards, a borrowed guitar, a pile of unalphabetized CD cases, an empty rucksack, each more jarring than the last for all that each ( Read more... )

As sleep eludes me, you are my comfort, dear internet. Wait, I've just lost an hour of my life reading a barrage of incoherent flame attacks on punknews.org. What the fuck kind of comfort is that ( Read more... )

One, Hot Water Music broke up ( Read more... )

One, Happy Birthday to fucking everyone. If it wasn't your birthday yesterday, it probably will be on Friday, Monday, or the following Friday. I know a grand total of 24 people and fully 80% of them have birthdays within a week and a half of today. Here's to you all ( Read more... )

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