It was around 3 a.m. when the rain started. At first it was just a fine mist beading up on the cracked windshield. But by the time we hit I-77 in deepest, darkest part of West Virginia it was coming down in steady black sheets. There was an ill-wind blowing and our little car, weighed down with life’s possessions, swayed ominously with each gust.
In 2000, I hooked up with a merry band of anarchists and hitched a ride to DC for the IMF/World Bank protests. I was living [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #25 In the fall of 1979 I was an angst-ridden college freshman struggling to find a place in a university [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #24 Winter 1984. I’d been living in the Washington, DC area for about five months. To be specific, I was [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #23 The phone rang at 5:30 in the morning and unfortunately I was already awake to answer it. In fact, [...]
I dreamt I saw Al Gore last night. And in my dream Al Gore was wearing his Nobel Prize medal and it was magic. It gave him the power of flight. Yes, Al Gore could fly in my dream and he was flying around the world saving the human race from itself. He smote the evil SUVs, and when the people were confused he showed them his PowerPoint and they were satisfied.
“Dylanology” has become quite an industry over the decades. You can fill a library with the books that have been written about the guy, and [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #21 If you could put together a fantasy league band the same way you can a baseball team, who would you [...]
This CD might properly be termed “epic.” Three discs. Four hours of Jello Biafra’s political rants. If JB was a left-wing Energizer bunny, this would [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #20 Back in the 1970s, there used to be this notorious nightclub in my hometown of Lancaster, Ohio. It was [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #19 So, music geeks, how many conversations have you started with the statement, “I was into those guys back when [...]
I raved about these guys’ self-titled release on A-F awhile back and this is just more of the same. Great old-school hardcore that riffs all [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #17 In the history of American popular music, there are moments when certain musicians, because of a peculiar set of [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #14 You probably know this already, but just in case you’ve been living in a cave, don’t let the stupid [...]
Originally published in Verbicide issue #12 IUniverse, 172 pages, paperback $12.95, hardcover $22.95 Tales of dissipation as literature can be traced back to the biblical times, [...]
