Context - Waiting for an Email or 7 I'm a ten-gallon hat away from a "Ye-HAW!" at this point with all the country I'm finding I'm into. Or if not country itself, per se, but rather everything it has since... Continue Reading →
Context - Making tacos Rockabilly will always sound tough to me. Or Psychobilly. I don't know where the lines in this genre/sub-genre are. Why this sounds so tough to me is beyond my scope of introspection. It sounds like The Outsiders... Continue Reading →
Context - driving my dog to and from the vet This new Drake sounds a bit fake makes me wake and bake This old shit stealin' 90's bitch trying to scratch an itch Goes way too long like Duck Dong... Continue Reading →
Context - driving around You know, somewhere around Crimson I dropped off the active Trio bandwagon. I still see them every chance I get, so I still have a general idea of what they've been up to since then. I just... Continue Reading →
Context - wasting time I used to talk shit on Every Time I Die because the singer indulged in clean singing and I was too HXC at the time to bother with that shit. I would like to take this... Continue Reading →
Context - playing the endless debate Brand New is probably my favorite band. Maybe Cursive. Historically speaking I'd have said Thursday or Blink-182, but I find myself coming back to Cursive and Brand New more as the years goes on.... Continue Reading →
Context - still obsessing over Fallout I have a problem, you guys. Unrelated to my gaming woes, today I found a new stylish gem from the SXSW playlist on Spotify: Valerie June's latest album, The Order of Time. Valerie June's music... Continue Reading →
Context - snow day Doing snow day shit, listening to some modern jazz. Jazztronica. Or something. It was really good, but now it's game night. Too much Fallout 4, not enough writey-write. I'll do better tomorrow.
Context - Crunching numbers Remember back in 2004 when life was simpler? Only kids were on the internet, bemoaning their parents' concerns about creeps and weirdos who are trying to abduct them from their quiet, suburban homes; cell phones... Continue Reading →
Jason Romagni 