The game: Patriots at Browns The beer: Samuel Smith Organically Produced Ale The result: Loss, 34–14 The commentary: Wow. Let me say that I’m worried about my relationship with Samuel Smith right now. I had a Taddy Porter the night before our Block Island trip (week two against the Jets) and tried to counter the […]
The game: Vikings at Patriots The beer: Shipyard Smashed Pumpkin Ale The result: Win, 28–18 The commentary: As unacceptable as it is to feel sorry for athletes/starlettes/sensations who sleep on giant piles of money every night, it’s clear to me that Randy Moss is instantly regretting his decision to jump ship from New England. I […]
The game: Patriots at Chargers The beer: Stone Imperial Russian Stout The result: Win, 23–20 The commentary: The closest I’ve come to a heart attack since the dreaded helmet catch. Holy, holy lord. I got a late start on the stout because A. and I went out for lunch and a few errands and got […]
I love to watch the Patriots win and I love to drink good beer. So in 2006 I said “Hey, man, I should get myself a fancy beer for every Pats game!” And by fancy I mean one of those oversized singles, usually stocked in the fridge farthest from the Coors Light. I was living […]
Have you ever unsubscribed to a magazine… without success? It’s quite an adventure. My Newsweek subscription was set to run out a month or so ago and I did originally return the re-subscription mailer like a good always-two-or-three-issues-behind reader. But before I sent in payment, the magazine was sold to some old dude for $1. […]
It seems that game three of an NFL’s preseason schedule is never referred to as “game three” or “the third game” or “I lost my thumb and forefinger sneaking a pinch of Chuck Negron’s cocaine so it’s this many games.” It is called “the all-important third preseason game.” Since I’m not one to let such […]
Two nights ago I started writing a few paragraphs to append to what became yesterday’s playlist post. Eventually I realized it wouldn’t work unless it was shoehorned in as an extended parenthetical aside, something I had already done with a never-quite-satisfying Jefferson Airplane rant that has since been severely cut down. So this gets its […]
Steve Albini was right. Years ago, Big Black’s Atomizer LP (minus the weak “Strange Things”) was issued on CD with the Heartbeat 45 and the Headache EP. This compilation was called The Rich Man’s Eight Track Tape, as opposed to The Hobo’s Diarrhea Smear, which is a collection of early Clash recordings. Included was a […]
You know when you keep reading about some album or other, and people are pissing all over themselves to douse the lava-flames of awesomeness that emanate from said album, except they like being engulfed by the overhyped lava so much that they don’t panic when they run out of pee? They just drink more water? […]
Updated: January 10, 2026 In honor of my cat Chloe face-planting on the loveseat and for the purpose of writing about music (about anything, really, following a six-month exile), here are my favorite albums of each year since 19601, as good a year as any to mark the beginning of the modern music age. For […]
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