I never thought for a second that I’d totally acclimate to the warm, dry, California climate. I’d scoff accordingly at the droves people I would see in California wearing a thick, expensive, “The North Face” coat in 40 degree weather. “They don’t know cold.” or “What a pack of pansies” I’d say. (more…)

Music is to be enjoyed, not endured.

This has been my philosophy for about as long as I’ve had a temporal lobe. There’s a huge categorical difference between music that I simply don’t enjoy, and that which is undeniably bad. Unlike the former, which requires a degree in semantics, bad music can be identified almost scientifically.

To do so, allow me to summon the worst example of unlistenable bunk to ever disgrace the Internet.  ‘Music’ so bad, that it could have only been produced by one man… Why?… Because no two people would allow it to come into existence.  It was, in fact, birthed by none other than West Virginia’s favorite telemarketer, Judge Judy plaintiff, and self-proclaimed “Blues Man”: Romeo Rose.
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