A relationship’s first kiss is always memorable. Particularly when teeth are involved.
When I was a young man, I was a prep cook at Lobster Roll. And as a junior prep cook, I was a terrifying combination of cluelessness and poor knife skills. Things took a turn.
Running out of beer on New Year’s Eve can wreck a party. So what choice does one have but to go attempt a beer theft at another party? Destruction ensues.
When I was a kid I loved “Leave It To Beaver,” thanks in no small part to the character of Eddie Haskell. What a drag to see Ken Osmond NOT get recognized (or picked) on “The Dating Game.”
There’s nothing worse than wrecking a lobster. Some say there’s nothing better than a good lobster roll. Avoid the former, execute the latter with this piece.
I’m always on the lookout for a good cocktail; my problem is that making them at home is a pain in the ass. This takes one of my favorite spirits and turns it into a delightful way to get blasted.
Musicians like Miles Davis, who once said “I live for the next Ahmad Jamal album,” may have venerated Jamal, but the general public had yet to be hipped to his style. That all changed when At the Pershing: But Not for Me, the original album on which the Pershing Lounge recording of “Poinciana” appeared, was released.
When I was fourteen-years-old I left boarding school before the end of the year. I moved to East Hampton to finish my studies on my own and learn the centuries-old trade of haul seining with the Real Men who’d fished for generations.
I generally avoid reviewing an album’s content, but the quality of vinyl and packaging is another story. Find out it Wilco’s latest measures up.
I get dumped, I move back to New York, I become a bit of a curmudgeon. Read about my journey and get some recommendations on music and reading to boot.