With the Nationals trailing the Dodgers 3-2 in the bottom of the 7th inning of Game 5 this past Wednesday night, I went to the bullpen, which is to say.
It's one hour after the Nationals rallied from two runs down to beat the Brewers in the NL wild card game and I am the picture of calm. If you.
Over at The Ringer, I wrote about the 30th anniversary of The Mekons Rock 'N' Roll, a record which utterly blew my mind the first time I heard it many.
Over at the Oxford American, I wrote about Warren Zevon's 1982 MTV concert film, the strange tug of his magnetic songwriting and the casualties of his checkered life. Best of.
Fifty years after the Summer of '69 and nearly two years after Charles Manson's death, the Manson family murders remain the most notorious crime spree in American history, with psychic.
The Cover of Lee Trevino's Autobiography They Call Me Super Mex, copyright 1982 Over at The Ringer I wrote about one of my favorite ever athletes, the great golfer Lee.
As part of The Ringer's coverage of the music of 1999, I made the case for Wilco's surpassingly peculiar mood storm Summerteeth as the best album released that year. Check.
Hellos and goodbyes! Over at Oxford American, I ponder The Who's 1982 Farewell Concert and debut the title track from my band, the Paranoid Style's new LP A Goddamn Impossible.
