Songs to Close Out Your Summer

Forty

“Punk is dead.” Or maybe, “Punk’s not dead.” Either way, I’ve heard either of these phrases for as long as I’ve been into punk and neither means a goddamn thing. They’re provocative in a meaningless way – a response to a question asked by a strawman that doesn’t exist. The truth is that punk cycles…

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Thirty-five

I turned 35 this year. That means as of last Sunday I am legally eligible to run for President of the United States of America. I have no plans ever to do this, but for whatever reason I’ve always measured birthdays this way. Some of them are obvious – 16 you can drive, 18 you…

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