After a week of sobriety, what I’ve learn so far is that it’s pretty goddamned awful.
It’s not that I’m just an addict bitching about not being allowed my preferred vice, but that’s pretty much what it is. 870 more words
Holiday weekends and recording the new Silent Sounds record has been keeping me busy, but I’m dropping in to give you another update.
Back in my younger days, you were the cool kid on the block if you had one of these guitar hangers on your wall, and you were a baller if you had two or more. 128 more words
I’ve been pretty nocturnal this week. So by the time I got up and moving this morning (around 1 a.m.), there was no shortage of “RIP MCA” posts to greet me. 1,173 more words