It’s true! The Christmas Coyote is real! He came to our backyard this morning! It’s a Christmas Miracle! First I will write a song about him, then a children’s book, and then Stephen Spielberg will make a movie based on the book. I will be rich
…right off your shoes. Happy holidays, ladies, gentleman.
There’s a new Jimmy Cliff record coming out, the first in seven years. This is good news. But the cover of the Clash’s song “Guns of Brixton” is sort of a letdown. This remains the best cover of the classic:
I enjoyed this, from the Times, regarding sheds men use for getaways. Man Sheds.
Buffalo Tom Sheehan’s 1986. Photo by Richard Bonanno From my latest post for Boston Magazine: This Thanksgiving weekend my band, Buffalo Tom, will be playing three shows at the Brighton Music Hall (the erstwhile Harper’s Ferry) to commemorate 25 years of existence. We formed in Northampton in 1986 while students at UMass Amherst. Here is …
Buddy, Matt Brennan writes about our late friend Joe and associated stories at this blog, showcasing Joe’s great photography. The latest post touches on the formation of Buff Tom. For the record, the near drowning/attempted murder occurred in Northampton circa 1988.
I recall one night in the late ’80s, standing in the crowd at T.T. the Bear’s during one of the many Volcano Suns shows I had witnessed over my then-relatively-short club-going career — the commencement of nearly 30 years I’ll never get back as a lounge lizard in rock clubs, bars, and pubs. Buffalo Tom …
I’m getting so sick of Facebook and the icky hungover feeling I get after spending more than 30 seconds on it. But like other things that cause hangovers, the addiction is compelling. Also as with such stimulants and addictions, admission is embarrassing. Somehow, linking to my ongoing obsessions both large and small here on my …
This is the unedited version of a post that first appeared on Boston Magazine’s web page, for which I regularly write about music and my day job marketing and selling real estate. I was born in 1966. By the time I was conscious, the Beatles were a given, their music everywhere. By the time I …