Last night we went to see a Pink Floyd tribute band. From Australia. They don't let you forget that. Who needs a flying pig when you can have a bouncing kangaroo on stage? Being a tribute band can have its curses. It's tough to live up to the real act - that's the comparison people … Continue reading Aussie Pink Floyd →

I'm a fan of radio. Not music radio, though. Talk radio. Most of which I listen to these days courtesy of podcasts. I like solitude as well as company, and the radio allows me to dip in and out of both at will, without offending anyone. Radio brings greats friends whom I've never met into … Continue reading Desert Island Disks →