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I’m, maybe , a bit of an over-planner in some respects. I wouldn’t say that I’m a control freak (of course I wouldn’t — I have some self-re...

Slight addendum to yesterday’s aging punks report.  As Jen and her crew were leaving, her pal Lynn pointed out the “80-year-old” bouncer who...

Last night Jen and two of her friends from her art school days at RISD went out to see Screeching Weasel at The Middle East in Cambridge. Th...

I * think * we’re past the worst of the nor’easter here in coastal Massachusetts. The storm’s not wholly done with us BUT wind gusts have c...

It’s Monday and I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to face the week. I know , who is? Got some, possibly, maybe/ hopefully just annoying news ...

That song, Rainy Days and Mondays by The Carpenters came out in 1971. It played incessantly on my little transistor radio that didn’t pick ...

A person posted this question on Threads: Who are the five writers who made you? Oh please, that is such a limited way of looking at things...

Construction crews have begun the next step in the white trashification of the White House. They’re building a “cage” on the lawn for an Ult...

I don’t remember any of their songs but then, in 1991, I wasn’t into rap or thrash metal. Apart from hometown Boston bands ( Concussion Ense...

Woke up with Micky Dolenz singing (I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone in my head. Christ on a melting clock , I loved the Monkees and was so dis...

I understand there was a big, BIG concert last night that was briefly interrupted by a football game. Green Day opened for Bad Bunny and I s...

I could NOT sleep a wink last night. What the Bast-forsaken-fuck was that all about?!  I suspect my inability to surrender to Hypnos had mu...