The softness of metal

[As a self-style rock 'n roller, I've always been a little dismissive of Metal as a musical genre. Sure, it's loud and fast, and kinda fun, but other parts I just don't get-- the glam, the posturing. The reality show escaped me as well. But, time moves on, the children get over, and now even... Continue Reading →

A “Beautifully Messy” Language

[This proves my point. "Oo-oo" is really all you need. Want a banana? "Oo-oo?" "Give me that banana!" "Oo-oo!!" "Put that banana where the sun don't shine." "Fuk-oo." All the rest is window dressing. This is a clear and simple explanation of how our language evolved. I learned a lot. Above all, the "rule" of... Continue Reading →

Stephen Morris’s Pants

[This is how things go these days. Trying to make the point that no one pays attention to me, or to the pants that i happen to be wearing, I post that I wish I had a dollar for every time I've heard someone say "Did you see those pants that Stephen Morris was wearing?... Continue Reading →

Our Man in Macau

[Macau ... ever want to go there? This may change your opinion. How can you not admire someone whose name is "Teddy Yip?" SB SM] WORDS BY TIM STRUBYPHOTOGRAPHY BY BERNARD BAKALIANVICTORYJOURNAL.COM Macau, 1959. When author Ian Fleming landed in this 11-square-mile, Portuguese-controlled city situated on the western bank of China’s Pearl River Delta, the... Continue Reading →

Good Vibrations: Thursday

[Before we go out for the evening, my wife, Silverbelle Sandy, likes to check out my choice of outfit. Her inspection is punctuated by a terse comment: "Change your shirt ... I'm wearing blue," or "No, not those pants again," to which I respond "If I had a dollar for every time I've heard someone... Continue Reading →

Silverback Mark and A Quiet Cadence

[Here's a little known fact about me ... I am an honorary member of the Mount Saint Joseph Class of 1964. That's why I happened to be in Rutland, Vermont recently when the class celebrated their collective 80th birthday (although, truth be told, I am WAY-Y-Y-Y younger). One of my "classmates" is Mark Treanor. Here's... Continue Reading →

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