We’ve all met the type. Your orchestral cello player. Your frowning, turtle-neck wearing wire sculptor living in a lofted penthouse. The “cool,” the cultured, the people who seem to suck up a mysterious income from a nondescript source and amble through life with an unapproving, unobjecting pallor. I think too that we’d be deluding ourselves … Continue reading “Dolby’s 12 Days of Soundgarden: Day 7 (Down on the Upside: Nice Guy’s Album or Just Album for Saps?)”