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  • April 28, 2016

    I survived my trip to Vegas last week. Barely. I had hoped to spend a day relaxing in my king-sized bed overlooking the Strip, blogging about my (mis)adventures while snacking on some room service. Such is Vegas. One day’s pipe dream is the next day’s “Oh my God I’m still drunk and I have all these obligations, oh well no sleep!” I might have […]

  • April 11, 2016

    I always look forward to – and dread in equal measure – the month of April. Especially since moving to LA, it seems like each year I’m left with precious little time to myself. I like my me time. It allows me to concentrate on personal projects. Like this blog. Yet there is always a week or two or three in which I’m stretched thin at my […]

  • There I was, sitting at the Coffee Bean on Beverly near La Brea. Mets hat on, University of Vermont hoodie crumpled up in a ball on the back seat of my car. The sky was grey, the temperature a comfortable 68 degrees fahrenheit. And, for some reason, the Coffee Bean decided to turn on all their heat lamps. On a SIXTY-EIGHT DEGREE Thursday morning. […]

  • April 3, 2016

    Happy Major League Baseball Opening Night, everybody! I’d also like to extend an especially Happy OMLBN to reader Bennett “Lawdrone,” the resident Cubs fan around here. His team has been projected by pretty much every journalist covering the sport to win the World Series this year. Good luck, buddy! If the Mets don’t win it all this year, I hope it’s the team you support. It’d […]

  • April 1, 2016

    Isn’t it nice when friends come together to achieve a common goal? I’ve been partaking in more bottle shares with friends lately. We’ll request and complete unique trades with our contacts in different parts of the country, then get together and share the wealth. Typically good food is involved too. At one recent share in Pasadena we grilled steaks and imbibed everything from Black Raz Bu […]

  • From the first strains (and I should emphasize the word strains here) of “Prison Without Bars” it’s clear this is not your usual lounge-y/ballad-y/rock-y mash-up of styles commonly found on private-press, homemade recordings. This sounds more akin to someone who dreamt of being the next Tom Jones/Elvis Presley crooner, only English probably isn’t his first language. “Prison Without Bars” opens with all the gusto of, I […]

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