Oscar Schmoscar! Nobody cares about that antiquated three-hour celebration of fuddy-duddies and their cold clammy takes on movies anymore! Roll with the times…it’s time for an awards show that gets that you’re too busy. It’s the 2017 Siddos! Put your hands together for The Chats! Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, and none of that wrong […]Read More The 2017 Siddos
I used to devour those British music magazines in the 2000s. Q, Mojo, NME, ate them up and each of them always referred to David Bowie reverentially and most often as the thin white duke. Unquestionably, discovering and exploring his musical catalogue was a damn odyssey in my life and though I couldn’t get into the Berlin […]Read More 5 David Bowie songs I like.
Courtesy of The Player’s Tribune. Dear Fantasy Football, From the moment I drafted Terrell Owens with my first pick ever And heard chuckles and whispers around the table 100 yard, 2 touchdown games Flexing like a jerk after a 7 yard gain on a wide open slant route making me feel like a […]Read More Dear Fantasy Football
One of my favorite things that happens in rock & roll is when a performer is a really shy person who just transforms into a champion tour de force who just grabs everybody in the stadium’s heart when he or she lets their talent rip. That burst of confidence that just lets them flow like […]Read More Maybe
Spent Oscar evening how I spend every Oscar evening, watching old Youtube clips of Oscar speeches during the actual live event. Through my circuit of favorite Oscar speeches – Jamie Foxx, Russell Crowe, Matt & Ben, Cuba and more, I kept one ear on the 2015 festivities. The red carpet has always been ridiculously dollhouse and […]Read More And the Oscar goes to
When I was 17 years old, I moved from India to America. One of the most exciting things about this move was that I would now have access to attend rock shows. In the late 1990s, not many musicians toured India although I HAD had the pleasure of seeing a who’s who of one-album wonders […]Read More To Tom Drew, Wherever You Are, I Saw Tom Petty Last Night, So Screw You Pal
From my epic tolerance for every drug from Milk Chocolate to 70% Dark Chocolate to my wild and debauched nightly benders at the YMCA, Yoga class and Panera Bread, I’m universally regarded as unhinged, untamed and it’s understood that underwear is not in my vocabulary. WILD. AS. WILD. So obviously it comes with the territory […]Read More Chair Not Gonna Take It!
I was watching Roger Federer, the all-time winningest male tennis player, receive this trophy for a record sixth time in a row. It was not a Masters tournament or a tune-up tourney but an award won off the court – one for sportsmanship. Each year, the players who form the pro tennis tour vote to […]Read More “It’s nice to be important but it’s more important to be nice.” :The Nice Guy Rises in Sports
Re-discovered Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” from 1972 and it’s been in the rotation since. Have always loved the details in the lyrics, though I couldn’t help but notice that some are a bit outdated now. Since it’s been more than forty years since the release of the song, I thought I would try to […]Read More You’re So Vain 2013
Typewriters are hot. The hottest writing tool ever. Quills? Fountain Pens? No. The clickity-click-click sound, the feeling of pushing the roll to the side to reset, the look of the words on the page. From Woody Allen to Mad Men, typewriters are strutting their stuff more than ever. I was lucky enough to see a couple of […]Read More Just My Type