Warning: Humour Alert! No animals were hurt during the writing of this entry. All characters are fictional except the 1967 Camaro, which does, in fact, exist. There are, in truth, a lot of Camero's out there. But I've never owned one. Yes, it’s time to party. And it’s going to be a bash of epic proportions to boot. But before you book the hottest lounge in town to host the event, there are some things to consider… First – your legal fees. Chances are that your lawyer ...More »

Rod just sent me this and it had me laughing so hard that I almost fell of my chair. It is entirely inappropriate for young readers, so please exercise some restrain if you're one of them. More »

I’ve been asked in countless interviews if it catches up with me every night, singing these songs, having to relive their meaning. I commonly answer that they don’t impact me in a negative way, and that’s true for the most part. Consciously, anyway. Subconsciously I’m not so sure. I have Daniel Johnston’s Funeral Home stuck in my head. I woke up this morning, as I often do, having had a night terror. All of them are about the same thing, though the setting in each is ...More »

June was named after the Roman Goddess Juno, just as July was named after Julius Caesar, and August after his great nephew, Augustus. For some reason June is a weird month for me. Everything paramount in my life has occurred in June. I was born in June, I got married in June, my divorce will become official at the beginning of June, and Casey, with whom I have closest relationship of all my dogs, was also born in June. With the exception of one of those ...More »

"This request is for me and not for me. Tonight my son (he's 6) called me before his bedtime (his mother and I very recently split and it's been very tough on him and I) and we were chatting on the phone and because I had a few Matthew Good songs on in the car over the weekend (Load Me Up I now have to play when I see him) he sung to me over the phone. He asked if you ever would ...More »

Harvey Pekar once said that he would sometimes wake up and feel a body next to him like an amputee feels a phantom limb. I have, over the last year, been confronted with that sensation, be it in my own bed, in a hotel room, or in a bunk on a tour bus. I suppose for some it can represent relief, for others sadness, but for me it always just ends up with some lame neo-urban redefinition of accountability punching me in the head. One ...More »