A great band, yes, but the Airplane was always my favorite.
Meaningless childhood reminisce: “What” was my nickname for the little Tastykake apple pies that haven’t been sold on Long Island for twenty years — though for some reason, you can find them at truck stops in Pennsylvania.
The thirteen billionth year of the universe, give or take a few years.
These days, Münchaba’s a pretty good guess.
Because it’s fun and because I think that what I have to say is important.
With words, because I don’t have the talent to do it with music.
- Double Dissident