My Secret Career

We sat in the plush velvet theater seats waiting for Mickey Rourke to come out and have his ass kissed by James Lipton. The evening was supp...

I was the kind of kid who would get picked on until a fight happened. Then I would win the fight with fury unchecked. Then I would cry. So i...

I have spent the last year plus writing about music and the effect it has had on my life, both through performance and recording. I've t...

Here we are at long last. The last entry on the Top 50 Greatest Albums. As I've said before, this is not a list in any kind of order. I ...

I got this one from cousin Timothy and while it doesn't have the aorta piercing emotional resonance it more than makes up for it in the ...

Once again I was driving the streets of southern Rhode Island late at night. These streets are the geography of my soul, the areas I travel ...

What if Salieri weren't second rate? What if Mozart's shadow obscured an equal instead of an inferior imitator? Wouldn't that be...

I don't know how to review this album. Full disclosure. Jon Leahy is the creative force behind this band and he and I are close friends ...

Calling this album a shock is an understatement of the highest order. By the time September 2004 rolled around, Green Day had become an afte...

London is fucked for me now. All my friends are wankers who owe me money or won't give me a break on the money I owe them. My girl is fu...