Ill-Advised Rocking Out #3: Does Your Mother Know?  ABBA.

Sometimes it seems like the world can’t make up its mind about what to do with ABBA.  At least, there’s no consensus.  From kitsch, Scandinavian eurotrash to teutonic laser guided Stormtroopers of melancholy, the opinions differ widely.  I appreciate that even with things like The Beatles, you get some attention seekers who pretend that they’re…

Dave: A Prayer. Or, The Tragedy Of (Steven) King Fear.

  This post is about the best friend I ever had.  That and fear.  We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him.  It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…