For You

Sorry For Feeling Good. When I was young I wrote everything down. I wrote things down for myself and I wrote things down for other people. Lots of people did the same for me. I still have scraps of paper, song lyrics, and letters from my teens. I find bits stuffed into record sleeves, photo…

Forever Young

What’s more depressing than turning 40 when you’re a perpetual punk rock teenager in a body that’s aging without your consent? Realizing that there are zero punk rock songs about turning 40. And WHY are there no punk rock songs about turning 40? Because Punk Rock just turned 40 last year. Yup. ’77. Argue the…

True Love Ways

I moved through the desert on a camel one day. Its name was Michael Jackson. I looked up at the pyramids, wondering which was the “Great” one, and I was unimpressed. You were in bed somewhere on the east coast with your arm wrapped around a girl whose name you never knew.  In fairness, she didn’t know yours either, but she’d glance at your drool on the pillow for the next couple weeks…and she’d think about it. But she wouldn’t remember.

Fire In Cairo

When I was young, I never knew that “Fire In Cairo” wasn’t about the city in Egypt. Now I do.  Listen here:  Fire In Cairo Burning Bride It was a hot July Wild fires filled the sky They weren’t as hot as the fire in our eyes Such a hot July Time to burn your…