Monthly Archives: August 2007

All I Want for Christmas

Well not ALL… Who­ever it is that makes the big deci­sions down here in Town Cen­ter (I am cer­tain I work for at least a few of them), could you PLEASE give us a con­ve­nience store!?! I know its not fancy to have a con­ve­nience store in this big fancy psuedo-metropolis but its just gosh-darned

What an age to be caucasian and male

In recent years, the pop­u­lar child-molester image of “creepy guy with a blue van” has been blown to shreds by 20-something blonde school teach­ers who have illicit rela­tion­ships with young boys (and girls) and expect “com­pas­sion and under­stand­ing” for their actions, some­thing they’d never make a Life­time orig­i­nal movie about for the male sleeze­ball vari­ety–

Refret!?!?

Yep. It’s time. It still seems like yes­ter­day when my Sad­owsky 5-String came in the mail ten years ago. Actu­ally, it has got to be exactly ten years since I received it, as it was the sum­mer of 1997. This bass sur­vived my tenure at Berklee Col­lege of Music, nearly all of the gigs with

Kabuti Tattoo

Decades ago a group of Fil­ipino Amer­i­can immi­grants came to the states by way of the US Navy and began refer­ring to their group of friends as the kabuti (mush­room in Taga­log) as more and more mem­bers of their fam­ily kept pop­ping up around them… like mush­rooms. They remained close over the years, and their