There are stories we tell to one-up each other, and then there is this blog. Read wondrous tales of strange creatures, explore the depths of human indecency, and hopefully laugh a little as we find out what could possibly make people do what they do.
My roll is not slowing.
F**k it, let’s set another record.
Hint: this list won’t be 100 long. Or will it??
The shows that never made my list.
Was any of this real?
It’s entirely possible I own too many things.
What, you’re going to watch basketball the whole time?
Let’s turn it up a notch.
Three concerts, seven nosebleeds, and 44 photos.
The third and final part of my summer road trip.
Boston is super Italian. Never would’ve guessed.
How I made Grand Rapids-to-Boston insanely difficult.
The wallet is going to feel it this fall.
The California Conclusion
The adventure continues.
Part 1 of a three leg trip out west
Warning: Here’s an 80-song playlist.
Nothing I see the rest of 2019 will top seeing Paul McCartney in Lambeau Field or Muse in Detroit, so we’re on to 2020.
The list concludes with Kings in the Lions’ den.
The countdown ramps up two spots in large part due to them representing the same artist, in the same state, a few years apart.
