MISTER FADED GLORY
I'd call this blog a "Critique of Life," except that sounds way too pretentious.
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Category Archives: Alice In Chains
Number 5
No, I’m not going to try and cram some bizarre, stupid Short Circuit 2 reference into this post. (Although whatever happened to Fisher Stevens? And, seriously, how was Steve Guttenberg too busy to turn down Number 5′s reprise?) Forgot my … Continue reading
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No. 9
“The only direction we flow is down…” Mad Season, River of Deceit. Mad Season’s best-known track is strangely brilliant, Layne Staley’s understated vocals highlighting a somber acceptance of circumstance. And here I am, turning 30 tomorrow, with an unfinished novel, … Continue reading
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Catching up. Seriously. It Ain’t Like That.
It’s been exactly three weeks, but the first concert in which I ever wore earplugs was Nov. 16, the return of Alice In Chains to the Cotillion Ballroom in Wichita. I bring up the earplugs not only because the show … Continue reading
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Scary’s on the wall?
I don’t know if fall is as pronounced a “new season” as its cousins spring, summer, and winter. Sure, it begins new school years everywhere, new television seasons, and football and electoral campaigns. However, it’s also the time of year … Continue reading
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HAVE I RUN TOO FAR TO GET HOME? . . . GRUNGEDOWN NO. 1
Obviously, today’s Grungedown is significant not only just for capping off the most inane and meaningless drawn-out narcissistic countdown in history. Rather, in addition the crown also is another feather in the cap of the greatest, most precisely “grunge” band … Continue reading