The air is thick and humid. A wet, lung-hurter. As I walk by The Mad Hatter, the club's glass side door busts open. Then skin. A shirtless, rib-revealing-thin guy flies out of the door, landing o  

Think of the smooth, yellow ooze. Honey. Picture it dripping slowly from jars, spilling, sticking to fingertips, the sides of lips, the backs of throats. One slight drop is enough to wake a tongue  

Recently, Matthew Shelton and I braved a treacherous, mountainous hike through wild, wolf-ridden woods, getting lost in the tangled trees. Kidding. Actually, we walked on a well-tread path throug  

Back in 1990, I could recklessly drive my crappy Olds down to Vine Street, park illegally and haul a psuedo-laundry bag into Sudsy Malone's, sneaking inside to sit on a washer and enjoy the tunes  

At 18, lightning-sky vivid, vocalist Michelle Korn laughs more than she talks, maintaining a sparkly presence. Numerous crimson-blonde waves dance around the edges of her fiery red hair. Known for  

When Emily Haines last performed with Metric in Cincinnati, she wore a black, homemade dress riddled with angled slits. Enough holes to show skin, but still remarkably classy. With too-long bangs   

When I get home from work, I sometimes morph into a couch potato. Particularly, I like CSI: New York. I keep hoping that Stella and Mac will get it on. They never do, but those bastard writers have  

The quirky band 7 Speed Vortex relaxes at Biagio's Bistro in Clifton, slowly sharing a bottle of red wine, interrupting each other as if they're at a family reunion. Lights dim. They relax and k  

I struggled from my Chevy to the Laundromat's automatic door, limp-walking, balancing the laundry basket's weight against my stomach. As the glass slid open, I paused before entering. To my left, a  

At times I've been told that I appear unapproachable, intense or aloof. I'd rather study a piano in a restaurant first, then eat. I have another term for it: introverted. I might "stare off" during