Humble Drips

High productivity and sleep problems persist.  It's Practice Day (guitar and bass), so I may not do any reviews, but probably will by midnight CST.  You know me. Wrote the chorus for a new song today, and the poems keep coming.  High anxiety, but I'm managing it.  Punk rock (Al Quint's Sonic Overload) and writing. Donate … Continue reading Humble Drips

I Don’t Wanna [Insert Undesirable Activity]

Hello, neighbors!  I look like like shit right now.  I'll own it. Well, technically that was on Halloween, when we got a snowstorm here in Chicago.  HO HO HO.  In any case, I'm gonna launch into Whiny Adolescent Mode, because I need to vent, and that's the easy way to do it.  This is why … Continue reading I Don’t Wanna [Insert Undesirable Activity]

CHOKED UP-Dichoso Corazon

CHOKED UP-Dichoso Corazon (Independent; cassette release through the wonderful Get Better Records) I’m gonna make this easy: this fucking rocks.  That won’t surprise anyone familiar with Cristy C. Road, Choked Up, or the Homewreckers.  Road is a veteran of the DIY scene, seasoned in zines, comics and great fucking punk rock. She also did the amazing … Continue reading CHOKED UP-Dichoso Corazon

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Notes of A Mad Blogger

Welcome! If I may repeat myself, I recently (as of 10/25/2019) repurposed my old, basically dormant blog (fka WAR DURING LIFETIME) to be a (mostly) music blog.  I have a large archive of stories, poems and essays here, for now at least.  But due to my obsession with music and my proclivity for writing, it … Continue reading Notes of A Mad Blogger

An Unpublished Draft I Thought I Published Six Years Ago

WHAT'S YOUR NAME AGAIN? Saturday night she found herself outside this gallery in Asheville, NC, an establishment where her friend Tina Daniels debuted her latest installment, which involved helices of something like cat's cradled yarn; thirty empty beer crates comprising men-figures looking like old, pre-Hollywood illustrations of The Tin Man of Oz; plus copper wiring … Continue reading An Unpublished Draft I Thought I Published Six Years Ago

Moon Chanty 1

One More To Sing At Sea They skip across the pond (meanwhile, downtown, potholes need to be filled; they reveal no earth anyway) They intersect: Portland, Chicago's Loop, German artists looking down upon the autobahn from a train engineered for flight (which follows patterns more understandable on land) They can silence an ambulance, stomping out sirens … Continue reading Moon Chanty 1