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I do not want to write about music. I do not want to write about music. I do not want to write about music. The NAP is a blog devoted to writing about music. Beyond that, there’s seven of us. Each of us write a post a week. We’re generally supposed to submit our [...] 1)The deal went down at the end of a dirt road in the middle of a fallow field. I had been promised that everything would be just fine, that he knew them, that they were okay. We brought cash in a brown paper bag. They drove up, kept their headlights in our faces, and [...] You know how I mentioned in a previous post that I had acquired a new jambox for my last birthday? Well, since I can plug my iPod right into the thing, one thing I like to do is regale my poor coworker with YouTube videos of things that are epileptically seizing their way through [...] My membership in a small handful of Houston bands has been an ongoing love/hate relationship for many years now. I would say it’s debatable that I’ve done anything of worth — well, at all really, but for the sake of argument — in anything more than two bands: The Mike Gunn, and Project Grimm. [...] When I was 25 I discovered that I could play the flute out of my asshole. I mean, not only could I draw air directly out of my asshole and create the fluty sounds, I could, without any training, play so adeptly through my asshole that when I auditioned for the Detroit Symphony through [...] Every time I play my accordion that sunuvabitch downstairs starts banging on the ceiling. I swear, the next time that shitpony tries that little stunt I am gonna go down there and let him know what’s what. I grew up with this thing attached at the hip. At the fucking hip, I’m telling you! [...] If you split my family along parental lines, you would find that pretty much all of the musical aptitude for the last several generations has fallen on my mother’s side of the tree. It’s fair to say that when it comes to my dad’s side of the family, there is simply not a ton [...] The first rock record I ever bought was Deep Purple’s Machine Head. Well, okay, unless you count this Brit band that was huge at the time called the Rubettes — which was the literal first album I bought — and that was mainly based on their utterly idiotic boogie-pop song Fo Dee O Dee. [...] Being the bookselling monkey that I am, I have a massive, running list of titles that I intend to eventually read. That the list is literally thousands of titles long does not faze the illogical side of my brain that compiles the lists in the first place. Truth be told, I think it is [...] You’ll have to excuse me this week. I’m pretty jetlagged from a lack of sleep, and I’m also suffering from a severe case of Vince Neilitis, which as you may know is a terrible inflammation of the Vince Neil region of your brain. Your VN region is a tiny, almost impossible to locate bundle [...] |
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