That’s right, folks. It took me a little over four months, but I evened the score in the ongoing battle between Corporate America and myself. I suppose that–technically–the score was settled when…

“Do you speak Russian?” I’m asked by the old, white-haired Russian fellow. He’s wearing a yellow bathing suit and has a gut that’s so disfigured and misshapen there must be something wrong…

I followed her to the landing at the foot of her staircase. We sat facing one another in the cramped space; our knees bent. She toed the carpeted stairs, and I toed…

I’m just back from the wilderness of Pennsylvania, with a decent paycheck and free pair of studio monitors to my name. My arrival in Greeley was quiet. I received a brief run-down…

Tonight I’ll be in Pennsylvania, in the Poconos, [hopefully] getting paid to break-down and pack-up someone’s small recording studio. Just imagine…me…two-hundred dollars richer? That’s almost half-a-month’s rent! Straight to the bank account…

In this state nothing will escape me. Here is warm. I’ve taken a jolly to escape. It’s someone else’s joy, but this dam sprung a leak, and it will cease the steady…

Hey, I made another shitty movie for a song recorded by Ian (awful drumming), Z (spazz guitar) and I (over-used delay pedals). Dubbed it “Missile Test in Suburbia,” it’s us playing to…