So this entry is a little late because I had a little bit too much fun this past weekend. I’m not usually one for formal celebrations… or informal celebrations… or exuberance in any form.  However, this past Saturday, I stumbled ass-backwards into the inaugural night of music at Milkboy,...

Unfortunately, most of you seem to have missed Railbird’s appearance at Kung Fu Necktie this Friday, which was somewhat sparsely attended (not that that’s all that uncommon there).  For those of you unfamiliar, Railbird is Sarah K. Pedinotti (S.K.P.) and her crazy cast of quirky multi-instrumentalists.  S.K.P. is likely...

Being a music journalist and having been to around a thousand concerts, I’m rarely impressed or excited by anything.  However, picking up my phone and hearing “Hello, this is Alec Empire,” did evoke the rush that I experienced as a teen getting to chat with Iggy Pop and Kim...

Remember the delightful power pop of Rooney?  Oh, wait, they’re actually still around.  Some may find it sad to exist in a time when musical attention spans rarely last for more than a song and fans have little interest in the legacies of a five-piece rock outfit beyond said...

Summer’s almost gone.  Last week I met my new batch of students at Temple and this coming Monday people around the country are going to celebrate Labor Day by barbequing with family, taking a dip in an above-ground pool, and all kinds of other things that are lame as...

So everyone knows that I rarely see daylight.  I tend to keep my waking hours to those when everyone else is asleep.  However, last semester, upon joining Temple University’s Intellectual Heritage department, I was assigned a class that met at 9am three times a week.  This semester, I have...

I recently found myself hanging backstage at the Tin Angel… likely the least cool backstage in Philthy (Not because it isn’t cushy, but because the stain on the floor is more likely from Brooke Fraser spilling her holy water than from some descendent of Johnny Thunders deciding to forgo...

Like all great works of prose, this article began with my mother’s acupuncturist.  She mentioned that I had recently begun writing about cinema and he asked for some recommendations.  As my mother, friends, and readers know, my taste in film tends toward the kinds of things that maybe you...

Aaliyah once said “Age Ain’t Nothing but a Number.”  I would tend to agree… well, at least for horizontal relationships.  Fandom, however, is an entirely different animal.  There’s just something creepy about the notion of heroicising people who are younger than me.  I mean, aren’t you creeped out by...