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Oh, Chris … not you too …

I got out of the Army in 1991, one week before Christmas. My brother’s gift to me that year was Soundgarden’s “Badmotorfinger.” I was a short-haired, 21-year-old, ex-military cop with my sights set on a career in law enforcement. A year later, I was a long-haired, college-radio DJ whose daily attire consisted of beat-up combat boots, ripped jeans, flannel shirts and a leather biker jacket. I had discovered I could write, and I no longer wanted to be a cop for a living. Chris Cornell featured prominently on the soundtrack to my transformation. I was lucky enough to see Chris… [read the rest]

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Good news for those of you not particularly interested in getting bludgeoned half to death by my angry, political rants

If you look back at what I’ve written here during 2016, you’ll see the list of posts is short. In fact, prior to the election, I hadn’t been sufficiently moved to publish a new post since Prince died last spring, and rarely was my Twitter account seeing any action. And then that big, orange, insecure, comb-over-wearing buffoon somehow managed to bamboozle enough people in Middle America into believing that a vile, shallow, obnoxious, sexist, racist, bloviating pig of a reality-TV star would be a good choice to lead the free world. But wait; I lured you in with the promise… [read the rest]

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The post in which I take a deep breath and try to pull my shit together

Wow. Waaaaahhhhhow. The dude who wrote that previous post was pissed, huh? Daaaaaamn. Look, what I wrote in that previous post is what spilled out of me in the immediate aftermath of Tuesday’s election, at a time when I was in, shall we say, a state of heightened emotions … but the main thrust of my words remains: Whether or not Donald Trump and/or the bulk of those people who voted for him intended for the forces of hate and intolerance to interpret his electoral victory as an endorsement of their own sick, twisted agendas, those forces — many of… [read the rest]

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Well, look on the bright side: At least we … um … you know … uhhh … there’s always … hmmm … OK, I’ve got nothin’. We’re fucked.

You know that pivotal scene in “The Matrix” when a hairless Neo wakes up in a gel-filled pod and realizes that, up until that moment, he had absolutely no idea just how awful was the world around him, and just how misguided was he about the truth of his own existence? Yeah, that’s me, right now … minus the “hairless” part. (You’re welcome for that visual.) I apologize in advance if none of the words I am about to type make a shred of sense, but I am deliriously sleep-deprived and deeply rattled by the recent discovery that I now… [read the rest]

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This one hurts

Embed from Getty Images I’ve lost musical idols before … and when each of them died, I was sad. What I was not, however, was deeply surprised. They were guys who played with fire for years, and it eventually consumed them. But Prince? Fucking Prince? Prince tells the fire what to do. Prince controls the elements. Prince is an element. You can look it up: there’s earth, wind, fire, water and Prince. I was 14 when “Purple Rain” blew up. Thirty-two years later, it remains one of the greatest albums of all time … and if you came of age… [read the rest]

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