Let's rock, Tri-State!
When I was just a young, bright-eyed lad, I dreamed of shattering the air between a stage and throngs of fans who believed my talent was nothing short of the latest miracle.
So I got a job to buy a guitar, I bought a guitar to start a band, I started a band to tour the world. However, with the level of dedication I was willing to give the guitar, I was barely able to tour a street corner and an open mic night on a jewelry store porch both about 10 minutes from my house.
I lost all hope as a rock star. Shortly after, an English teacher I knew said that I could write fairly well. That is when I discovered the joy of critiquing those who succeeded where I failed, the joy of passing my love to the masses.
My intention, you lucky little Internet wanderer, is to bring you the latest and greatest entertainment news in
I only hope writers have the same benefits and luxuries as rock stars. I will let you know if that turns out to be true, but as of yet I have not seen a single kid air-typing to a sweet new article.
This is where you can find what I have found to do in the world of entertainment, particularly how it pertains to the Tri-State. You can find me all over
Unfortunately — if you are the sort to peer through windows — you may see me in an embarrassing kickback to my past. Yes, I do occasionally throw on my Fender Stratocaster, crank up the volume on my MP3 player and rock out in front of the bathroom mirror.
My dream may be in a sad sort of coma, but it is far from dead. Read my words, believe half of them and enjoy all the Tri-State has to offer.
