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It’s interesting that I can remember being introduced to bands/albums. Not all of them, but some. Probably the ones the shaped my musical tastes.  I can remember my older cousin Frank introducing me to the first Slipknot album right around the time it came out, so it had to be 1999-2000, so I would’ve been… Read more: Slipknot – Self Titled

So let’s go to the punk rock show. The line by MxPx (who, within the last 2 years I found out were a Christian band), really summed up my youth. I was a pimple-faced, awkward, suburban wannabe punk rocker. My friends and I weren’t really into sports, I had tried and didn’t like drama club.… Read more: We Ain’t Got No Place to Go…

The above has become part of our family motto. The whole thing? Go Fast. Do Crime. Get Hurt. Do Crime, and Go Fast, Get Hurt, were both two things I said on different occasions to my wife. The “Do Crime?” we were planting seeds for food plants in an abandoned field as a condemned school.… Read more: Go Fast, Get Hurt

Have you ever felt nostalgic for a moment that didn’t happen? Or picture something in your head that you wished was a real memory, and not your imagination? I’m listening to “All Hail West Texas” today, by the Mountain Goats, and the song “Jenny” has me feeling nostalgic for a moment that I never experienced.… Read more: We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn’t have his eyes on

Lately, I’ve been thinking about starting my own business. I like the idea of working for myself, and lately the idea of a carwash has been popping into my head, and with that, my nostalgia for an era that I caught the tail end of: House Quarters. These were the often, red-painted quarters you’d occasionally… Read more: I poked in all my quarters, Looking for the perfect swan song to walk out on