I've recently become interested in early electronic music. Not the Theremin or anything like that, but avant-garde electronic music of the 1950's-1970's that frequently gets associated with people like Vladimir Ussachevsky and the music department of Columbia University while he taught there. I've h...

No one laments the passing of the old 9:30 Club No they dont. or DC Space Sure we do. I don't think I articulated that as well as I should've. What I meant is that there were no star-studded farewell concerts or front page article in the New York Times when those places closed down and they were mu...

I find the mourning for CBGBs somewhat strange because it had been effectively dead for at least ten years. They had almost exclusively been booking mook hardcore acts and one syllable pseudo-metal bands (Prong, Clutch, etc.) and were no longer bothering to put on any shows that were even remotely i...

Crap. A-Rod epitomizes what is wrong with the Yankees, who have now reverted to their 1980s incarnation with lots of superstars and zero championships to show for it. The teams that won in 1996 and in 1998-2000 were short on real stars, but long on home-grown talent. Trade the cow. Let's go Mets. I...

Crap. A-Rod epitomizes what is wrong with the Yankees, who have now reverted to their 1980s incarnation with lots of superstars and zero championships to show for it. The teams that won in 1996 and in 1998-2000 were short on real stars, but long on home-grown talent. Trade the cow. Let's go Mets. A...

For most of his career, Ripken was the best player on that team by a mile and his managers treated him accordingly. I don't know what a mile is when comparing baseball players, but Ripken is certainly not a mile better than Eddie Murray, Rafael Palmiero or Roberto Alomar. But, yeah, who the fuck ar...

His presence in the line-up, when he should not have been playing, frequently hurt his team on the field. But he didn't care. He was pursuing a personal record. His lifetime OPS: A pedestrian .788 CRAP. This is something Allen St. John wrote in the Village Voice in 2001 and I don't buy it. I fail t...