Album Review: “Wings at the Speed of Sound” — Wings (1976)
It’s safe to say that those who unfairly decry Paul’s solo career as lightweight, unmemorable tripe probably envision his entire career as the Wings at the Speed of Sound album.
It’s safe to say that those who unfairly decry Paul’s solo career as lightweight, unmemorable tripe probably envision his entire career as the Wings at the Speed of Sound album.
We’re running Tough Mudder Miami this upcoming Saturday, March 2nd… we being myself and 5 other members of our intrepid IT department. This is going to be a wondrous disaster. I can’t wait. In the meantime, here are our first team pictures (minus Carlos W, who works in our Tampa office and will be coming down this weekend).…
Forty-eight seconds. Forty-eight freakin’ seconds. This is not going to turn into one of those “for want of a nail” rants, because quite frankly those are not only played-out, they’re dreadfully boring to read. You don’t want to read it. And I don’t want to write it. So we both win here. But to think…
So I’ll be running the A1A Half Marathon this Sunday, starting in downtown Fort Lauderdale and heading straight down to and alongside the Atlantic Ocean in Fort Lauderdale Beach. I ran this race last year and loved it, so I’m planning on loving it again this year. Would I like to PR this one? I…
Rating: 9 / 10 Life’s most agonizing transition arguably occurs when the fragile boundary between childhood and adulthood blurs and rather quickly vanishes; that emotionally quizzical overlap during which the insecurities and uncertainties of youth immediately and awkwardly merge with the responsibilities and gray-scale cynicism of adulthood. It’s a heady mix of fear and excitement…
The five Beatle movies are not only essential threads in the entire Fab Four tapestry, they hold a deep personal connection to me and my experience with the band. Having been born in 1971, I wasn’t even alive until nearly a year after my favorite Liverpudlians had disbanded. Therefore the concept of “The Beatles” during…
Hello again! Good to see ya! OK so when we last met, I detailed the issues I was having with my Illiotibial Band. Specifically how this dreaded affliction of inflamed tissue running down my left side was causing enough knee pain to sideline me from running for the short-term, possibly longer. How Dr. Dad gave…
Welcome to the latest episode of “What’s Ailing Hokeyboy Lately?”, where we discover the *second* IBS I’ve come across in this lifetime, although this one involves a lot less technicolor yawning… So just when I got over the shin splints from last month, I noticed a new particularity that came about a week-and-a-half ago. After…
I am 42 years old today. Aaaand that’s all I got to say about that. Happy Friday, and don’t forget your towel. Love, Hokeydude
So it’s 1967. The so-called “Summer Of Love” is in full swing. Bands are taking advantage of new-found artistic freedom to explore their musical boundaries, and the shift from singles-oriented bands to album-based music is already in full bloom. Psychedelia is the order of the day, or so it seems anyhow. So what were The Kinks…