“Gangsta” is something specific. Gangsta is where sun-kissed leisure meets violent cynicism. Gangsta is a yin-yang thing that could theoretically exist outside Los Angeles, CA, but usually doesn’t.

There won’t be another band like the Jesus Lizard. Not anytime soon.

It’s hard to talk about the apocalypse without using the word “awesome.” If you’re getting your vitamins and oxygen, you’d love a front-row seat for the apocalypse.

At my Cub Scout den meeting, the American flag on the back wall is hanging upside down. The den mother speaks softly, and has a funny accent. We all recite the Pledge of Allegiance together.

Baby, baby, baby. What’s it gonna be? Baby, baby, baby. Is it him or is it me?