We all do it. Talking in whispers because to say it out loud might make it true. It’s kind of like a #MeToo version of a celebrity death pool. Who would really surprise you if…
Posts tagged Ryan Adams
Anti-Bummers: Because, Fuck, Man, the News is Just Full of Bummer
I get to see my niece Jaycie tomorrow because she’s coming back for prom. I could weep I’m so excited. Saturday I get to spend five hours in a minivan with Wolfdogg, Heather, and Vodo…
Breeches of Etiquette
Etiquette has been on my mind a lot lately. I ponder its nuances on a daily basis. Living alone as I do and being in the midst of Angry Hermit season I often fear I…
Break-Up Advice for Ryan Adams I am Totally Qualified to Give Because. . .
“Dear Chicago” is my #1 all-time most played song according to Last.fm and of course I have been through my fair share of break-ups and therefore my advice is stellar. First, Ryan, if you would…
Two Cool Things That Happened This Week Before the ‘Mats Concert
The ‘Mats concert at Midway stadium is a little less than seven hours away and it’s taking every single bit of brain power and energy I have not to explode in a joyous burst of…
The Sins of My CD Collection
Last night I hosted Rock & Roll Bookclub at Supergenius HQ. Even though we’ve been down two members for a few months due to teen volleyball sensations and their hectic schedules, it is still one…
Ten of my favorite songs of the past 10 years
After a momentary set back yesterday (I woke up on the bitchy, unpleaseable side of the bed that was best served by not spewing rancid bile around the Internet. Lucky for you, I sent a…
Not a complaint, only an observation: on speechlessness and oversharing
It’s after 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning and I haven’t spoken or chatted with anyone since 11 p.m. on Friday. This is not a complaint, only an observation. I did, however, respond to an…
Shaggy Dogs
Paul Westerberg vs. Ryan Adams.
My first screenplay
Music Geeks, the Argument: A Play in One Act by Jodichromeysupergenius INT. DARK BAR — NIGHT A group of eight people, five men, three women sit on plastic chairs in a secluded area of a…