Lyrics: Skip ahead to her in pants, watch her dance in the living room in front of all the other dinner guests. She thumbs her nose at simulacra, but someone must play Cleopatra in the PTA's yearly drama fest. Her husband broke his body…

Whenever I am at a loss for words and I'm just not sure what to say, I think about how control is an illusion and I say "Ya-ta-hey."

I grew up in Redding, California. That part of Northern California is more like Alabama than it is San Francisco. Hence, it could be called "Calibama."

The story of a house of ill-repute that met a very bad end.

I wrote this song after seeing the man who almost killed me and not acting out all of my revenge fantasies. He was selling TVs at Costco.

The story of a house of ill-repute that met a very bad end.

This was an entirely improvised tune. The story kind of tells itself. Red wine and marijuana on the roof of the Hotel Vitale can lead to events that are no bueno. Blacking out behind the wheel is no bueno. Ingesting marijuana unknowingly in a…

A true story from a rough week. The window into the soul of a man really does run through the contents of his stomach.