Entries by Alex Smith

Let Me Tell You ‘Bout Your Blood, Bamboo Kid

If I had been more on my game for Independence Day, I might have suggested Joe Strummer’s 1989 album Earthquake Weather. It was supposedly the product of a renewed sense of confidence in his powers which may indeed be true, but according to his biography by Chris Salewicz (a real ox-stunner at 600+ pages!) he […]

Thousand Dollar Car

I think it is uniquely American, what with our hostility to public transportation outside of the big cities, that we force the working poor to buy rotten old cars to shamble around in. My best thousand dollar car was a $500 canary yellow 1979 Pinto that I took all over the West in the summer […]

I’m Outta Luck, Outta Love

  I call this photo essay Faces of 2018.                           I remember being moved to pity by the woebegone and unfun-looking toys of my parents’ and grandparents’ age. Now, when I encounter the horrid plastic crap of my own childhood I think, “My […]

144,000 Lord

Hey. I haven’t dunned you all week for our prospective Democratic congress-critters. Let’s fix that. I don’t expect something for nothing. Let me share a song from my personal reel of proto-rock songs. I’m well aware of Louis Jordan, Ike Turner’s Rocket 88 and all that stuff. My list doesn’t just have backbeat-y songs that […]

This Is What You Get When You Mess With Us

I don’t need another reason to loathe stoner contrarian and human jerk-off gesture Bill Maher.  But in the Washington Post over the weekend he bellyached over the mean, unfair boycotts the kids whose friends were mowed down in Florida have initiated, particularly the Laura Ingraham boycott. He sees a potential for his ox to get […]