I’d like to tell you I had great teachers in college. That would be a lie.  Just about everything I learned at Middlebury I acquired in the dorm, bullshitting with my buddies or reading "Rolling Stone" and "Fusion" and every other rock rag I could get my hands on.  The professors, and there were no […]

Now even I want to fuck John Taylor. I only know Steve Jones as the guy who used to ride his motorcycle right up to the front door of his apartment in Beverly Hills, right next door to that of my quasi in-laws. Well, I know Jonesy as the guitarist of the Sex Pistols. But […]

We’ve got to kill the album. Actually, it’s already dead.  It’s just that the artists and labels don’t know it. Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist.  Just think about it.  When cavemen started banging on rocks, was there somebody chewing a primitive cigar saying you’ve got to have TWELVE rhythms, broken down six […]

What kind of crazy fucked-up world do we live in where two competitors spend each other to death, dragging their stocks down, to the point where the FCC has no recourse but to allow them to merge. At least Sirius knew it was about content.  The XM’ers had some fancy idea that the word "satellite" […]