By Fleeceman, on July 11th, 2009%
There’s usually a time to turn off the cable TV, and that’s when you turn it on.
TALKING HEADS. No, not the band. With basic cable especially, nothing is ever on. Sure, you’ve got the golf channel, constantly cycling reruns of great shots at The Masters, where putt after putt wanders across the green and woh!, into . . . → Read More: What’s On TV?
By Fleeceman, on September 7th, 2008%
A basic guitar.
The first time we crossed paths the Euros seemed perfectly normal. The dude, a skinny, shaved-headed individual tugging on a cigarette, and the girl, sitting there quietly on her towel, both feigned interest in our dogs—asking the typical ‘what kind?’ ‘how old?’ and ‘what’s her name?’
Perfectly normal.
On the way back . . . → Read More: The Guitar Dude