In which I write something that someone else might one day write again, but it'll still sound the same...
In which I address file piracy, and otherwise ramble on...
In which I'm a little too content, and it probably shows...
In which I give you at least one option to experience how much musical talent Birmingham has locally...
In which I examine the creation and maintenance of a weekly radio show (see also: shameless self-promotion)...
In which I teach the children a lesson -- one that many adults could use as well -- and discover that even my tolerance has…
In which I ponder pop music, and the alternative, and find a light in an unexpected place.
In which I look at music festivals, and feel them looking back at me.
In which I remember the departed, still moving forward, ever forward...
In which I find creation like gardening, and wish my thumb were more green than greenish-black...