I’ve decided to take on a preposterous challenge. I will write about a D’Angelo song every day. Or, at least, most days. Or, at least, some days. To be honest, I don’t know where I got the idea to do this. I’m just the kind of guy who comes up with cool ideas like this … Continue reading D’Angelo Verilli / “Spanish Joint”
Arrrrrrrrr! Billy! Look to the western horizon! See there! A glorious stag! Wait, how's that? Wh....Oooooh I see him now! Majestic! Aye, Bobby! Silhouetted against the fading crimson light, crepuscular and regal, a beast the likes of which thine eyes have ever partaken! Now to fell the stag and set about murdering yonder upstream sportsman!
You do not want to walk a mile in my shoes. A few years back I saw Uncle Rick wearing a handsome pair of camp mocs. I said, "Hot damn. What a fine pair of camp mocs. Russells, right?" "Afraid not, dear nephew," said Rick. "Russell isn't what it used to be. These are L.L. … Continue reading Nothing Left To Believe In, Part 1: Russell Moccasin