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An Encounter with _____

February 6, 2014 by

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Last September, my friend Dan and I had tickets to see English alt-rockers, Anathema.  When these things don’t start on time, I’m prone to antsy pre-concert stops to the venue bar, where the economic drink is a $7.50 bottle of Bud Light, which, granted, is opened for me by the leather braceleted bartender so that […]

Unwitting Satanist

January 16, 2014 by

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Why am I wearing this cape? I like to think the whole thing started when I was six. My dad was addressing the family at the dinner table about how the early-90s were careening into a period of moral and cultural ambiguity, and the conversation was becoming rather circular. A lot of, ‘kids these days,’ […]

Capital Romanticism

September 13, 2013 by

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At the end of high school I did two years as a Starbucks barista.  I was trained-in by a gal named Mori who rode a red Kawasaki Ninja, had a blonde pixie cut, and a tattoo of a dagger impaling a plump red heart on her forearm. She was ninety pounds of don’t-fuck-with-me. My first […]

Cities in Rock 5: Katmandu

August 19, 2013 by

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When I lived in Chicago I used to play pool at a dive everyone called Rose’s. The sign above the door depicted a third-graders rendering of a rose. A pictogram. That was it. The place wasn’t listed on Yelp or Urbanspoon, though now there is a scant Google Plus listing.  The owner, Rose, a short seventy-something, […]

Cities in Rock 3: Rockford

July 19, 2013 by

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I spent a recent Sunday afternoon denying the rowdy street festival happening three floors down, until I heard this drummer warming up on the street corner, emulating staccato jazz runs with accented snare hits and choked cymbals. Whoever was on the kit had his shit together. I took my coffee and went to check this […]