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Did I mention I was taking a vacation for a week? Because I did and it was great, but now it’s time to get back to the grind. Up until the beginning of this year, I never owned the US version of the first Clash album on vinyl. It’s a startling admission, I know, but […]

Fun Fact: Up until the end of 2016, I never owned London Calling on vinyl. My original copy was the cassette released, purchased in the summer of 1989 on the advice of a ex-punk prep cook at the hospital where I worked. He was the person who re-introduced my to The Clash, perhaps as a […]

Dress back jump back

January 12th, 2017

As a young punk rocker living in only sorta-shitty times, I would get chills whenever my “NICE PRICE” cassette copy of the first Clash album spooled up “(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais.” I knew fuck all about reggae or ska apart from some references to Madness I barely understood and the Caribbean phase of Eighties […]

Can’t escape our fate

November 27th, 2014

It’s the last Thursday in November, more about which means it’s time to observe my one Thanksgiving holiday ritual. The traditional listening to “Gates of the West” on repeat.

It’s the early spring of 1992 and I’m walking through Woburn center with my new(ish) girlfriend. This semester’s scholarship check had arrived that morning and the top pocket of my punk jacket is bulging with a fat roll of twenty dollar bills. To celebrate the windfall, side effects I’ve decided to take my lady to […]

The in crowd say it’s cool

January 9th, 2013

I was thumbing through an issue of the Wall Street Journal at my in-laws’ place the other day and came across this headline… Normally, plague I take what the WSJ has to say with copious grains of salt but HOLY FLAMING FUCK THEY WEREN’T KIDDING! Recommended listening: Take a wild guess.

On the twelfth day of Clash-mas, purchase my true love gave to me… …twelve seconds to midnight… …eleven roads to nowhere… …ten years a’stewing… …nine o’clock news a’watching… …eight pips a’showing… …seven wake-up calls a’ringing… …a midnight to six man… …FIVE TO TEN… …four dark omens… …all three of my rights… …two sevens clashing… …and […]

On the eleventh day of Clash-mas, rx my true love gave to me… …eleven roads to nowhere… …ten years a’stewing… …nine o’clock news a’watching… …eight pips a’showing… …seven wake-up calls a’ringing… …a midnight to six man… …FIVE TO TEN… …four dark omens… …all three of my rights… …two sevens clashing… …and a message of ambiguity.

On the tenth day of Clash-mas, cialis 40mg my true love gave to me… …ten years a’stewing… …nine o’clock news a’watching… …eight pips a’showing… …seven wake-up calls a’ringing… …a midnight to six man… …FIVE TO TEN… …four dark omens… …all three of my rights… …two sevens clashing… …and a message of ambiguity.

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