I Hope it Snows.
As the past is reinvented to serve present needs, modern pop music continues to suffer from an absence of historical revisionism dating back farther than last Tuesday. It’s not such a mystery why anyone over the age of 17 (wait, make that ‘anyone with taste,’ which is not always a given) would probably rather listen to music from 20, 30 or even 40 years ago than anything currently stagnating on “the charts” – which haven’t been interesting or relevant since you were an egg.
That’s why it’s so refreshing to be able to moderate my regular listening sessions of Love’s Forever Changes and Mania, the lone album by Australia’s The Lucy Show (remember them?) with liberal doses of New Jersey’s best, not-well-known-enough band, The Grip Weeds.
Meet my new friend, Cliff. Cliff was just born in May so you can see he is still quite small, and yet, exceptionally cute. In fact, I believe he may be the cutest baby ever in the universe of all time. In this picture you can see Cliff looking stylish in an outfit I purchased for him at Old Navy on 6th Avenue here in Manhattan. Looking good, Cliff!
This is a picture of Cliff with his dad, Bill, all decked out for Halloween. (You can see where Cliff gets his good looks). I believe he is supposed to be a skunk. Rad.
Happy Halloween Everybody!