Okay, so I’m testing out the old blog. You have to admit that it’s been gone for a long, long time. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, huh? Well, I’m back. Sort of. I’m here, anyway. I never really went anywhere, but you didn’t know that because you… Continue reading Is This Thing On?
Some of my old friends may have noticed that my web site was down for awhile. It is with no small amount of pride that I can finally say that it’s back online. I could have had the site back up and running sooner, but it would have meant compromising my standards about what I… Continue reading Never Surrender!
We watched the movie “Recount” last night, which is about the 2000 Presidential election and specifically about the mess in Florida, and it stirred up in me a lot of the old frustrations that arise when you try to talk to people about what was, essentially, a bloodless political coup. For the most part, average… Continue reading The Stealing of The 2000 U.S. Presidential Election
I’ve been having a spirited debate about Swedish disco band ABBA’s recent induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. When I found out that ABBA had been inducted this year and KISS had not been, I blew a gasket. ABBA? My response to this horror was to post on Facebook; “Oh my f**king… Continue reading ABBA Inducted Into The Rock and Roll Hall of Shame
07:53 – Kings Mountain, NC I’m in Mama’s apartment, waiting for her to get back from checking with Warren Posey next door. Warren’s going to go with us to the airport in Charlotte to make sure that Mama gets back home alright. He’s a good man. I’m not looking forward to the flight to Tampa.… Continue reading There And Back Again, Again
Victoria and I went to Tarpon Springs last night to hear El Matamugu at The Zone. It was a great night for some Reggae on the patio, even if it was kind of chilly outside (even with a fire in the firepit). I enjoyed the show. Levi Matamugu is a fun artist to watch, and… Continue reading El Matamugu And Some Realizations
I’ve wanted so desperately to write something about Spartacus. But it’s seemed almost a sacrilege to mention his name. I’ve lost my taste for poetic words, and the insane rhyme of reason. Some things can’t be put into words. And you can’t explain to people with no poetry in their soul what it’s like to… Continue reading I Am Spartacus (R.I.P.)