From Bruce Springsteen’s “Incident on 57th Street”: Puerto Rican Jane, oh, won’t you tell me, what’s your name? Dude, you know her name. It’s “Puerto Rican Jane.”
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In the Beatles’ “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window,” Paul McCartney sings: And so I quit the police department / And got myself a steady job Leaving aside the overuse of “and” to fill out the lines–how does McCartney think police employment works? Seasonally? Piecework? What kind of crazy freelance police work is the […]
(New to the countdown? Catch up here.) Top of the hour, which means it’s time for the station ID. For years, that meant an astronaut jumping around on the moon, but eventually MTV mixed it up (while keeping the same music). On the last day of 1988, they were showing a three-dimensional M spinning inside […]
In my continuing series of Rolling Stone articles that aren’t available online to be linked to, I call your attention to my short “In the Studio” visit with Tom Morello, the mad-scientist guitarist in Rage Against the Machine. Contrary to his bristling agit-pop image, he’s a warm, funny guy. Morello’s been working on a new […]
Taken earlier this week. I haven’t tweaked the colors; that’s just the twilight giving the picture a Hipstamatic effect. As the setting of the photo suggests, I’m now back from New York, and regular posting will resume next week. Or today, depending on how you look at it.