For the man who has everything

I was thinking about posting something here to commemorate the first anniversary of buying my little California house; I figured I'd do something like comparison photos or something. So I looked back at my entries in  [more...]

So, there I am, sitting in front of my house yakking on the phone about my crappy day, when I hear this strange sound — a rumble, sort of like a helicopter, but not as sharp.
Then I looked up.

Motherlode, the album that I played such an infinitesimal role in bringing to life and wrote about incessantly, is coming to stores on Tuesday. I'm flying off to Austin tomorrow to have a little fun at the release  [more...]