I’m back, Baby!  Just got back, in fact from “Honeymoon Part Two:  The Chilling”  starring Ralph Macchio as Jas Patrick and Lil’ Kim as Gangsta Vicki.  Yeah, I know… Technically speaking, it wasn’t a honeymoon; but we called it that for lack of giving a fuck.  But back to it, eh? Yes, a second honeymoon.  Decadent.  Oh, it was glorious, Dear internet dweller.  Sit down.  Relax.  I’ve got...

How many of us are lucky enough to meet our idols, our childhood idols to be specific, let alone know them all our lives and/or get to really communicate with them on their level as an equal?  Not many.  Not many of us is the answer.  I suppose it comes down to who we idolize, accessibility and just a ton of other factors.  Me?  I’m one of the lucky ones. My idols were always close at hand. Meeting them?  No problem. Were they...

As I straight, mad chill whilst listening to my nearly-completely-mixed new EP (coming soon), I find myself enjoying a real treat that I had only recently discovered:  Pumpkin Ale.  It’s a long story and I shall tell the whole damn thing as I am generally wont to do; but first, let me give a bit of back story.  I was raised a poor… No.  Too far.  Let me fast forward through video games and all that silliness and just come...

As you can tell by the title of this, I enjoy the absurd.  Why wouldn’t I?  When you really start to think about it, life is pretty frigging absurd–especially how serious it all is, am I right?  Well, I intend this to be a bit of an overview or an introduction to my blog; though, admittedly, it is coming as (I believe) my sixty-fifth published blog. I wrote a welcome blog when I first started jotting down dreck a few years...

I live in Nashville.  Nashville has a music scene.  These things should not come as a real surprise.  What you may not know (and shame on you if you don’t, as I have lovingly blogged about these folks before) is that Nashville also has itself a rather popular blog which goes by the name of “HOW DARE YOU WRITE ABOUT BANDS YOU LIKE, MOTHERFUCKER?!!!” No.  I’m sorry.  It’s actually called “STOP...

It’s been a minute since I’ve *cough cough “reviewed” an album.  Some of you may remember how this turned out; but for those of you who don’t, simply click this linky link sentence-y thing-a-muh-jig and you will be instantly transported to a magical album review by yer ole buddy Jas. This being said, I have no real intention of reviewing this album either. Boom. Aw, come on now!  You KNOW me.  What the hell...

Shout out to all my playas!  Video game playas, of course.  Gamers, if you will.  Nerds, if you won’t.  If you won’t, then suck it dry, baby; cause there’s a billion of us sun-fearing fuckers out here and we will fuck up your latte in like no time, bitch!  Of course, you’ll just make us make your latte again (if you’re not in a hurry) and tell our manager on us and then we’ll possibly be fired for...