Sometimes things don’t make sense. Good weather follows bad people, like Califone said. People who bit** about their food keep their money, people who are easy going and blithely take what’s they’re given maintain limited means. And I mean, Black Francis was kind of an a**hole, or a “Masshole,” to be more specific, as he … Continue reading “It’s Impossible to Describe with Words How Sick I Am of Robert Christgau”