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...

No video games.  No movies.  No other people’s music.  No religion.  No floods or loss of dear friends or reality shows or Old Gods… Nope.  Not this time, baby.  This time, it’s all about me.  My music.  My band mates.  My new album. GWA HA HA HA!!! Wow.  It’s been a minute since I’ve gotten to tell you about some new music, hasn’t it?  Well, guess what, Oh Lovely Reader?  I’ve got new...

To hear some people tell it, there is no greater band than Radiohead.  Honey soaked, aural orgasms accompany every note.  Thom Yorke’s voice is like a million baby angel-puppies’ laughter.  The lyrics could only be reproduced by Plato on acid–this being a good thing.  Their work is akin to the old gods blasting forth magical torrents of primal awesomeness to breathe life into… Yeah, I don’t buy it...

Ah, introspection… Am I right?  Am… Am I right? Well, we all do it I suppose—self evaluation, I mean—I sure as hell do it quite a lot. I think... Yes... A ballad next time... Yes yes... That will be da bomb! Nice to meet me was written at a time when I was actually feeling charitable to myself and I’m fond of the song for that reason if none other.  It also helps that I dig the chord progressions and the groove; but, as a...