I’m back at the Highline again tonight. This time, all female comedy show called #loudmouthcunts. I happened on this show last month and enjoyed it immensely. When I saw a Memphian on the lineup for tonight I high-tailed it to Cap Hill after my Sunday drinking. Continue reading Loudmouth Cunts
There’s a Goner Records bumper sticker on the water cooler at the Highline. That’s so cool. Continue reading Doom Metal
I came up with and told a story in less than 8 hours. That’s like Top Chef time constraints for me. They don’t make reality TV about writing competitions or telling true stories. That doesn’t mean it’s easy. Good writing can save a mediocre product, a concept I’d like to discuss more with Mike & Jerry. I think the question of how much hype is too much bears more analysis. It might finally convince people to start taking care with things like spoilers and poorly constructed movie previews. Continue reading Story Time
My mother is a narcissist. I’m of the opinion people should be accountable for their own problems. Blaming others isn’t productive and often misguided. Even if it’s true. But in this case I feel the need to speak up. I’m not the only one and I know it. If I really want to play the blame game I’d go straight to the top. The entire Boomer generation is trapped in a bubble of post-war narcissism that’s been perpetuated for over 50 years. From ritual holiday celebrations to the narrow-minded legislative battles waged in a decrepit government, the trappings of Boomer culture hang over this nation like cobwebs. Continue reading Family Matters
My friend’s nine-year old pestered his sister while play fighting the other day. Continue reading Hardly.
I find Ballard crowded and young. It’s like wandering the halls of an 80’s high school but with less discipline. The only thing preventing more debauchery is the relaxed fit pants every guy in a hat is wearing. Continue reading The Sunset Tavern
It’s not the same. Not at all. There’s a kitchen and there’s a couch but nothing else is even similar. The speakeasy-style setup hearkens back to a world where The Man cares what those kids are up to. Shotguns are good protection in almost any context, especially tower defense. Sandwiched amid dive bars underneath the I-5 overpass, I can’t think of a more appropriate reincarnation of the Black Lodge I once loved. The stage we all wanted in that little house exists in punk rock glory on Eastlake Ave. Continue reading Black Lodge Revisited
My hair is defaulting to a vertical state. I’m not complaining. There was a time when walking around with my hair sticking up would cause waves of shame and humiliation. My detachment to my hair is so complete I’m caught off-guard when someone takes notice. “I like your hair.” Momentary confusion. “Oh yeah, thanks,” and I touch my hair to remember what it looks like that day. Continue reading Tacky