At least the music’s good. When I was growing up, what you heard at the supermarket (besides “price check on Light Days Panty Liners please!”) was usually Muzak. And if it wasn’t Muzak, it was some other equally nausea-inducing crap … Continue reading
Can I offer you an electric scooter? Walmart bums me out. Not for the reasons it bums most people out though: personally, I like browsing through aisles of low-rent shit at a million o’clock and actually appreciate the ability to … Continue reading
Bronze the tongue hang-up the costumes. I like Kiss. In the 70′s, the late night commercials advertising their impending invasion of Nassau Colliseum were even kind of creepy. And, lucky me, I got to see them in like 1996 at … Continue reading
Edward Sharp needs to go in the kitchen. So I flip on the telly at about 12:30 in the A to the M, and what starts pooping up my screen but another horrible band with a hippie boy and hippie … Continue reading