Sometime during the third and final stage of college (William Paterson U), I caught a performance of David Bowie on Late Night with Conan O Brien (almost certainly the 18 Oct. 2002 episode, linked here): And I loved it. Til then I was a yeah his hits are good, didn t really get into it, Bowie guy, [ ]
As I write this I continue to exist mainly through chronologically programmed reruns of BBC s Top of the Pops on YouTube. Vaguely, I recall sometime a couple weeks ago my sniper-protected YouTube algorithm sent me a few random early 80s episodes, and like, it s a party, and there are songs everyone has heard a billion [ ]
Spoken upon hearing raw data shows Ocean County might get 40 in this latest storm. Also, apparently another storm next weekend: The Latest in Local Yokel I love the photos of dart league winners in the Asbury Park weekly, The Coaster. Below, from August. Jeff and I should start a vintage videogame league at the [ ]
It is the year 2000 and I m up late in my college dorm overlooking the Hudson River watching The Cars Live at Musikladen (1978) and reading Connie Willis s Doomsday Book. It is the year 2026 and I just noticed I m up late in our Beachwood house near the Toms River watching The Cars Live at [ ]
When you make the algorithm your b*tch, you get cool things (to make the algorithm your b*tch, avoid video shorts and stupid stuff that steals time and provides nothing): It sent this along during my morning coffee and comic read, which I put on because I like hangout tracks in the background in the form [ ]
The other day, after years of social media and constant contact with the greater world through carefully curated, vetted and reliable news organization apps and online newsletters, I lost it and pulled the plug. I d tried to keep these things partly off my phone and was very particular in what I did and didn t allow [ ]
October 2000While doing the press rounds to promote Almost Famous, writer/director Cameron Crowe gave an interview or wrote someplace that he uses music as a personal time machine. Specifically, as I recall it, he d collect the songs or albums he finds himself listening to heavily for a contemporary period of time, go, that s it, put [ ]
The last thing she remembered flit out of her head as she looked down and saw the green grass near the flat brick school building, U-shaped from above where she now was, pine trees here and there. Familiar. Swooping down for a closer look, the heavy blue doors at the entrance opened with a metallic [ ]
Ocean Gate board-walk on a January evening. I took a series of photos for Claudia that showed how high school photography students capture loneliness until she begged me to stop: I laughed like a lunatic each time as she said, noooooo! Music of the Day (an anthem of high school loneliness) See You, Space Cowboy