Rick Springfield was my very first concert.  It was July 26, 1985 and I was just about to turn 12.  We went as a family, which also made it ...

Unlike 98% of Twitter and Instagram, I did not spend the holidays watching Bird Box . Ordinarily, my FOMO would be raging, if it did...

This post is inspired by a deep comment I received on my last post: "why r these all dudes" Why, indeed, Anonymous.  Why, ...

My brother says I never blog about anything good. Right now, I'm watching the 2017 inductees into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame ....

I just got back from a whirlwind tour for the last 3 weeks. I hit Del Boca Vista, then Scottsdale, then back to Del Boca.  As I was walk...

Last Friday, I finally awoke from a triptophan coma ( gobble, gobble ) to attend Jingle Ball , a 4-hour Christmas concert sponsored by I H...

My family teases me that my iPhone is filled with ringtones because I only download songs that are popular -- never, ever a full CD. It...

On the first bad date of Christmas, eHarmony gave to me: A  Hockey Fan from New Jersey . On the second bad date of Christmas, eHarmon...

Sure, the apocalypse (as evidenced NOT by the Mayan calendar, but by the lack of Twinkies on my grocery store shelf), Christmas, and the d...

So Valentine’s Day was yesterday. My Valentine is like Feb 30th. Doesn’t exist. But I’m not bitter. Ok, maybe I’m a little bitter. Bu...

Roseland Ballroom. Primus. Floor Seats. Mosh Pit. Me. Which one of these things doesn’t belong?  If you said, ME, you really couldn’t be m...