First, there was rock ‘n’ roll. And then there was Lester Bangs, a one-man-fan-machine who taught rock ‘n’ roll to give a damn about itself. Consider what you’re about to read a love story between a man and his music.
MY FRESHMAN YEAR of college I lived in an apartment near my favorite coffeehouse. It was not my first time to live in a transitory neighborhood. But it was my first experience with a wheelchair flasher and a SWAT team.
Have you ever had spellcheck start acting bizarre on a regular basis? Okay. But have you ever taken it personally? Wait! Don’t answer that.
In marriage this saying is doubly true: Don’t ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer. Especially when the answer is an unprompted “Well, your forehead isn’t that big in real life.” No, really!
I Was a Teenage Irish Stepdancer! Or, A Few Notes on Irish Stepdancing That I’ve Been Meaning to Write Down for Years Now
For seventeen years’ worth of St. Patrick’s Days, I performed without pay (because I was still an amateur competitor) starting at 6 a.m. on the 17th and ending somewhere around 3 a.m. on the 18th. So today, I raise my cup of coffee to those dancing in the trenches— I was a teenage Irish Stepdancer. This is my tale.
And then I found THIS, and I knew— I just KNEW—that you’d love it. <3
Sometimes I don’t even understand what’s going on around here. What do nature shows have to do with finishing a history project? Do you know? <3
At Bluebird Blvd., we take certain things seriously, but housekeeping is not one of those things! No sirree-bobcat tail! Regardless of our ignorance, we feel perfectly qualified to tell you all about cleaning your house during the three months of spring!
“Got this little bell. This little bell is going off. Ping. See? Ping.”
If anyone would know how to be gorgeous, it would be Stephen Fry, truly. <3