Champs like us!

 "Champs like us, baby we were born to Mamdani!"

by Bruce Stringbean and the Lords of Flatbush

Deconstructing Classic Rock, again.

Is it true, what Jim Croce says about the South side of Chicago?

More Deconstructed Classic Rock

I wanna love you 'til the heavens start to rain. And I wanna love you 'til the stars fall on Alabama. 

Touch Me

by Phantom Jim & the Doors of Preception 

Don't Stop Believing

 "Just a small town girl

living in a lonely world.

She took the midnight train to Freebird."

A return to social criticism.

I've concluded, I missed my calling. 

I should be reviewing coffee and deconstructing classic rock songs.

"If there's a bustle in your hedgerow

don't be alarmed son,

your stairway lies in another brick in the wall."

Coffee reviews to follow.