Punk rock, dinosaurs, and 10,000 m & m's.
I'm no musician, but I've recorded a few tunes for chicagomag.com,
often shamelessly appropriating familiar riffs and beats, and made some lo-fi videos to go with them.
Songs & videos
the lonely critic
In which I bite the hand that feeds
me so well. And pimp my bald son.
the presidents song
Ulysses Grant meets Gene Simmons—and rocks
the Oval Office.
An ill-advised hip-hop tribute celebrating
Chicago magazine's ruby anniversary.
i hate new york
Not really. It's a joke.
How do I love thee? Let
me count the Starbucks.
The grass-fed super hero for a new age
64 lines about 32 pizzas
Takeoff of an obscure new
wave tune. But with pizza.