You’d never guess from looking at my wife that she’s a former adult film star, which is good because she wasn’t. Likewise, you’d never guess from looking at her that she’s a big Van Halen fan, which is unfortunate because she is. Not that Van Halen fans are typically easy to spot. Despite the big […]
I come from a musical family of sorts. My parents sing in the church choir as did my grandfather. My father plays guitar and piano. My mother plays piano. My sister, mother and niece sing in a women’s barbershop choir (no I’m not currently in the midst of an illicit drug intoxication event, that is […]
This is one of the best straight ahead rock songs of all time. You can’t listen to this song and not want to air guitar and jump around like a lunatic. It’s also a protest song. Originally written in protest of the Vietnam War it sadly still remains every bit as relevant today as it […]
This is the first installment of what I intend to make a weekly feature on A Crock of Schmidt. Each Friday afternoon I’ll share a great song to kick off the weekend. These songs will range from well known classics to obscure oddities all having one thing in common; I like them. Some are just […]
Amanda Palmer is Neil Gaiman’s wife. I begin my review of Amanda’s debut book The Art of Asking with that cheeky statement for two reasons. First, in the unlikely event Amanda ever reads my review, I suspect that sentence will cause her to grimace and possibly even curse my name. Then she’ll smile. Second, it […]
I’m publishing a post about New Year’s resolutions on January 15th which in its own way sums up everything you need to know about me and resolutions. This is not to say I dislike resolutions. I’m just not very good at following through on resolutions.
Two months ago I provided the world a great pleasure by publishing what is arguably the worst horror story ever written. It is the worst because it is not very good, of course, but also because it’s not bad enough to be loved for its badness. It will never become a cult classic or shared […]
I am cheap. I am. I admit it freely. I’d like nothing better than to say with the straight face of absolute conviction that I’m frugal, but I’m not. I’m cheap. I loathe spending money, be it the understandable indecision over the several hundred thousand dollar purchase price of a house or the less understandable […]