A wake-up call, via Sunny 95 on the way into Columbus this afternoon: We’d just finished listening to Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London,” and were unaware of what station we were listening to. And then the DJ says: “You’re listening to the home of your refreshing light-rock favorites.” Christ. When did Warren Zevon’s music beome… Read More old. really old.
I’ve only been to New Orleans once, when I was 6 or 7 years old. We stopped there for a few days in the middle of one of those interminable family vacations: three weeks in the station wagon, Disney World, the beach, stops to see family and friends. This trip took us from Columbus to… Read More preservation, baby.
For months now I’ve been meaning to write something about how cool I think XM Radio is. The satellite radio service came with our new car, and when the free trial was up in January, I not only subscribed but bought a second receiver for our other car. If I had written this even a… Read More no static at all.
Sorry. Getting caught up with work, dealing with hangovers, taking care of business, just being lazy. Cooking. Eating. Rocking. Rolling. Zigging. Zagging. Sleeping. Waking. Baking. And now I’m back. While Uncle Crappy was away: * Winter ended. That’s been part of my alarming lack of focus since I last posted. No more college football, and… Read More ready. go.
On Friday night, The Wife and I attended a class reunion of sorts. We didn’t really know anyone there. But we still knew everybody pretty well. For about a month, I have been holding tickets to a WXXP-FM reunion show at the Rex Theater on the South Side. The Wife had always raved about the… Read More different.
The beauty of a bar band is that on any given night, you can walk in, grab a seat in the back and for a cost of a few bottles of beer, you can see a performance that will change your life, the kind of thing that caused Jon Landau to start raving when he… Read More bovine.
Uncle Crappy 