I was the only kid at Camp Don Bosco who would admit he was an alter boy back home, so I served two masses a day all summer. But I loved the cassock and surplice, ringing the bells, lighting the candles - it was like being a glamrock roadie for God.

Thank you for the music, Sleater-Kinney. This gang of three was the best American punk rock band ever. Ever.

You know the Prince song where the girl's phone rings but she tells him, "whoever's calling couldn't be as cute as you?" I long to live out this moment in real life.

Baseball's Opening Day is full of time-honored traditions: the President throws out the first ball, the Cubs' starting pitcher walks away with a 54.00 ERA, the Royals get mathematically eliminated from the pennant race.

It takes only one bad amp to turn your ears to oatmeal: That's how old hippies became Yanni fans.

Like any teenager who reads The Great Gatsby, probably, I was madly in love with the teacher who had opened it up for me.

'I'll Tumble 4 Ya' has to be one of the most ridiculous hit singles that any international superstars have given the world.