About My Sorry Ass

If you don’t know me, you will. Start here:

I was born in Detroit, around the same time as Rock and Roll. My mother went to Cooly High. Then I lived in St Louis, then Atlanta, then Chicago, then Warsaw, then Chicago again. Not enough places for a country song, but more than most non-Army brats can lay claim to.

I have a pleasant body odor.

I was once picked up hitchhiking by a member of the Charles Manson Family. Nice fellow. He bought me a slice of peanut butter pie in Santa Barbara.

I’ve seen it all, or at least enough of it to lend a whiff of authenticity to my tedious righteousness.

After having worked in record stores for 15 years or so, I took root in the ad business, where Hollywood goes to Junior High. Stayed too long at the fair.

I’m currently the Minister Of Culture for the world’s greatest re-issue label: The Numero Group. See my blog roll.

I’m exec-producing the next project by the pop genius Liam Hayes, who the world knows as Plush. It’s going to be very, very good. Not a Numero Project.

Yes, I accept writing assignments.

I think we Democrats have to stop thinking of ourselves as the opposition and start think of ourselves as the resistance.

I lived in Warsaw for a year working on the McDonald’s account for Central Europe. Want to know what a McPolska is? It’s a Pork sandwich with bacon on it. See Warsaw in my category roll. I speak enough Polish to say “don’t wash this” to my cleaning lady and “you owe me three-hundred zloty” to everyone else.

I’ve never seen a sporting event live or even watched one on TV.

When in Chicago, visit Milk & Honey Cafe at the corner of Division and Winchester. Ask for me, I’m probably having lunch.

I’m a musician. I play all the usual instruments all “the kids” play, plus oud and sitar.

I’ll continue to add to this post until you make me stop.