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Bring It On Home: the music will help.
Due to a shocking and unbelievable turn of events, I had to head back to Philadelphia earlier than expected. It was hot and by mid-morning, the temperature had already risen to 90 degrees and I still not seen Joe Paterno…. Read More ›
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The Best Laid Plans Will Be Aided By Beer Specials…a review of Black Landlord, live at Johnny Brenda’s.
If you’re a band, I ask of you only one thing- own it. Black Landlord, a funk/hip hop band from Philly, owned it Saturday night. Kim and I caught whiff of their show at Johnny Brenda’s earlier in the evening… Read More ›
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Handing in my key.
Mom posed an interesting question during their yard sale- with them moving, where would we consider home? They were moving out of the house we moved into when I was six and Erin was three. It was our home and… Read More ›
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This Old House (complete with Drum Room)
Erin’s text only said this: the house sold. The old O’Connell family homestead is set to be packed up. Closing is on May 27th and the folks have found a nice little place in Downingtown, Pennsylvania. They’re now the honeymooners and… Read More ›
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Bullet Proof in San Diego.
Bruce Springsteen has a song off of “The Rising” called “Waiting on a Sunny Day.” It is too easy for me to say it’s amazing song- because it is. It’s simple and beautiful, bright and sweet. I love it. Yet… Read More ›
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Kick out the Jams: a Mix Tape retrospective
For the most part, they are all gone. There were probably over a hundred of them. Could of been more, but a lot of them, they had been re-used. White out changed everything. Mix tapes. Not hip hop mix tapes… Read More ›
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Ryno-approved bands for next year’s Super Bowl halftime show
All morning I’ve been singing a song I thought was the Black Eyed Peas, but turns out it was Usher. It doesn’t matter. No, no, no, no. The moral of this story is not that bad songs get stuck in… Read More ›
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A Table for Two: the story of me and my drums.
The story of my drums would start with the burning of my old drums. My old drums were an old set of Slingerland drums and I had gotten them around high school graduation. They replaced my first set- a well… Read More ›
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Paint the town, Olive.
It’s important to know who your friends are. Gram was my best friend. She was a strong, tough & spunky little juggernaut of a woman who always seemed to make me laugh. Dad said I should drive straight to Portland… Read More ›
Giddy Up America 