Chapter Fifty I ran and ran before collapsing against a boulder. The waves crashing to the shore only reminded me of the angry words I last spoke to my father. My whole body shook and I cried my eyes out. I wanted to reverse time to change my last visit. I was so angry with …
Originally I planned to see two legendary Seattle bands at Neumos, The Fastbacks and Mudhoney, but The Fastbacks cancelled so I saw just Mudhoney. When I arrived, the opener, Love Sick Empire, were in full swing. Front woman Alicia Amiri has an intense stage presence and gutsy pipes making her sound like a cross between …
A disaster of this magnitude should have been predicted in the quatrains of Nostradamus. Sonic leviathan, Pearl Jam, the greatest band ever named for neck-borne ejaculate, dipped into early sixties pop for “Last Kiss.” Written by Wayne Cochran about an actual Georgia car crash and popularized by J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers in 1964, …
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Occupy Wall Street might express a general angst — in regards to disparity in wealth or TARP, but where are the details and specifics on the actual manipulations, lies and cheating on Wall Street? Here is a video Jim Cramer made with Thestreet.com way back that he’d never make for CNBC on the manipulations he …
Chapter Forty-Nine “It’s your father,” she sobbed. “He died in his sleep some time last night.” “What are you saying?” “I wish it was all some horrible mistake . . .” All I could do at this point was scream, “No, you’re wrong. He’s only 48. You don’t die in your sleep at 48!” “The …
The first one was actually taken on my bus ride down to Minneapolis. The guy on the photos and his friends were going to a zombie party/ parade type thing in St. Paul that night. Some of the zombie group ended up at the protest later. The photo isn’t really connected to the protest per …
These photos were taken by Bill Tong, who describes them this way, “Occupy Chicago protestors in front of the Federal Reserve Bank on LaSalle Street and Jackson Street in downtown Chicago. I snapped these photos on different days while on my way to and from work.”
Chapter Forty-Eight The guitar’s neck was broken clean off. “What have those incompetent arseholes done?” Keith screamed. “Fuckin’ aye!” Ryan echoed. “Why now?” “I need to be on stage at one of the biggest festivals in the world and these imbeciles destroy my guitar!” I noticed the others inspecting their instruments, which thankfully were unscathed. …
Chapter Forty-Seven “It would look bad if I turned them down.” “Your willingness to give up our time to go off and jam with people makes me realize I’m not as important as your music.” “Come on, luv, be fair. Other musicians are noticing us. It’s an honor to be asked to jam with them. …
When I heard that Moneyball was being made into a movie, I wondered how a book about the inside business of baseball and the arcane subject of sabermetrics could ever translate into something that could be watched on a screen for two hours. I thought it would never work. Now that I’ve seen the movie, …
On Saturday October 15, 2011 I took a bus to downtown Seattle from my North Seattle suburban home. I felt I could no longer sit by and be a spectator for the injustices caused by Wall Street. When I arrived at about noon, things were already in full swing in the heart of Seattle’s shopping …
You know, remembering back to anti-war and civil rights marches back in the day, I thought I was fairly good at estimating crowd sizes, but I was off by half. Thinking there were 1500 people at the rally, I texted that number to a friend in California. Later that evening, the local NPR station said …
Chapter forty-Six “A ghost?” I questioned. “It was fucking spooky. A bird about fifteen or so in old-fashioned clothes,” a bloke from School Lunch said. A club employee spoke up. “Yeah, there’s the ghost of a young girl here. I’ve never seen her, but others have.” “I knew there was something creepy about this place,” …