And we’re outta here!, or: “All in all my aim is better, shots as clean as a mean go-getter…”

The car service arrives at 5:15AM tomorrow morning, taking us from the lovely shores of Welleby to Fort Lauderdale International Airport. Virgin Airways will deliver Boots and I to LAX, and another car service will transport us in style and faux-luxury to the Disneyland Hotel. And the latest Run Disney adventure will begin with lots…

A few words about Orange Is The New Black, or: “And I sense the rhythm humming in a frenzy all the way down her spine…”

Much like Netflix’s earlier bout of original programming House Of Cards — 13 episodes of some of the most compelling and entertaining scripted television out there — Boots and I struggled mightily to keep from binge-watching their latest offering Orange Is The New Black. The buzz on the women-in-prison drama was really strong, to the…

Album Review: “The Kinks Present A Soap Opera” — The Kinks (1975)

Well, the Preservation project failed. A noble effort, maybe, but a total freakin’ mess by any commercial, critic, or artistic standards. At least Ray got all that “theatrical presentation” stuff out of his system, right? Well, Ray’s not here right now. In his place is some whackadoo Starmaker dope who conceived and wrote the worst Kinks…