Pop will eat itself (a poem)

Nothing to do with the band, although I am listening to The Pop Will Eat Itself Cure for Sanity right now… Pop will eat itself if we let it just like that one monster in Yellow Submarine that sucks the entire world out of existence (except, of course, for The Beatles) I can think of worse [...]

December 8th

It was Monday evening, a few minutes before 9 p.m. I had spent the last 35 minutes or so listening to Armed Forces by Elvis Costello and the Attractions; M*A*S*H would be coming on at 9, so I put away the LP, turned off the stereo, and headed for the living room. Since my mom had already [...]