Month: January 2014

The Night Rap Music Squealed Like A Pork Rind

     I can now proclaim Rap is dead. I wondered into a club charging a fifteen dollar cover to see and hear a “band” called Lacs, a group of white, redneck Georgia boys who believe they are the new wave,… Read More ›

Follow That Dream

     I was in my white, Tony Soprano bathrobe wearing my Seabiscuit cap at the crack of noon, having my coffee, and thinking what I was going to write about next when my doorbell rang. Sometimes I won’t answer but… Read More ›