September 2011
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Watch the first ten seconds of this unembeddable... →
The first words out of Stipe’s mouth? “The enduring legacy of punk rock is Christmas lights year-round.” As to the charge of the first-degree crime of making things up about videos he once supposedly saw, the jury of the Internet finds the defendant, Mr. Sturdevant, not guilty!
Or less guilty, at least. I mean, Stipe doesn’t claim to have been the actual person that first...
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Nice R.E.M. memories.
#1. My elementary school chum Imran trying to convince me of the genius of R.E.M.’s Automatic for the People, circa 1992.
“This song is about a man who will never see his daughter again!” he told me while playing it for me in his bedroom one afternoon. “These are things that happen to real people!” I wasn’t so convinced. My idea of good music at that time...
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Confessions of a rube.
Until today, I had never in my life dialed a number with a 212 area code, expecting to have an actual conversation with the person on the other end. Oh, 646, 917, 718, sure, all the time. But never the 212, the most formidable area code in America.
Glad I did, though, because after dialing it, I had a wild, amazing conversation with a fellow that formed the first punk band in Greensboro in 1977,...
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Cool personal essay, bro.
Collected together, for the first time ever, the complete S. 12th “Cool personal essay, bro” anthology: nine rip-roaring, first-person dispatches from the world of emotions written since 2009, dealing at some length with love, family, memory, childhood, major life transitions, and other subjects typically deemed “too hot to handle” by the editor of this blog (generally, he...
