Archive for July, 2011

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27Jul11

I am sitting and typing this at 8:14 pm, July 17th, 2011, sitting in the Hungarian Pastry Shop on 110th and Amsterdam Avenue in New York City.  I have migrated over all the old entries that I intend to bring over; now I have to make use of this space for something new. They say […]


a few weeks ago, a friend of mine told me that to celebrate the release of the first season of the HBO series Treme on DVD, HBO had sponsored a New Orleans-themed food truck and brass band to stop at certain areas around the city and give stuff away. cast members were signing autographs. what […]


The M60 bus goes from LaGuardia airport, in Queens, then across Manhattan on 125th Street (through Harlem), then downtown via Broadway. I’m not actually certain how far south it goes, since I always exit at 119th. But anyway, like all NYC buses, it has a diverse and interesting passenger manifest. On the particular Thursday in […]


The following is an essay I wrote for a writing class this semester.  It’s actually one of the harder essays I’ve ever had to write, though maybe not for the reasons you’d think.  I don’t want it to die with the school year, though, so here it is. Like one of Billie Holiday’s strange fruits, […]


We’re not building bombs Or storing ammunition, We’re just playing songs Hoping people will listen.   –MMB, “Our Only Weapon”   Don’t Know How to Party is the Bosstones’ major label full-length debut.  I’m not sure where in the line it falls on when I got it (understand: I started listening to the Bosstones in […]


Step right up, ladies and gents The last dead mouse costs fifty cents It’s a steal at any price, Gone once gone once gone once gone twice. Half a buck, last in stock Be the first one on your block. No need to walk, no need to feed, satisfaction guaranteed.       –Mighty Mighty […]


In his favorite club, In his favorite seat. I saw the devil, wing tip shoes on his feet. Pork pie hat on his head, He was digging the beat. And the band ripped like demons When he screamed, “Turn on the heat!”     –Mighty Mighty Bosstones, “Devil’s Night Out”   Devil’s Night Out was […]


“Brian Kagen hurt himself, he needs Gee-off to come to the side of the stage…Brian Kagen hurt himself…‘cause I know. Pass this around.” –Dicky Barrett (talking to the crowd)   Part two in my ongoing series: Ska-Core, the Devil, and More One day, my friend Anna (who first introduced me to Let’s Face It and […]


Why were we put here? What for? We’re unsure We sure weren’t put here to hate. Be racist, be sexist, be bigots, be sure–we won’t stand for your hate.   –Mighty Mighty Bosstones   So I figured, in the absense of posting anything productive about my life, I’d post an album-by-album retrospective of me and […]


I saw a man break down on New Year’s Eve, Drop to his knees and cry hysterically, Screaming nonsense you would not believe on the sidewalk right in front of me. And I asked him, “Mister, what’s the matter?  Calm down, are you all right? You look like you could use a doctor, and how […]