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From Glam Rock…to Garbo….to Goats
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HIP QUOTIENT
From Glam Rock…..to Garbo…..to Goats
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From Glam Rock…to Garbo….
to Goats
"There's a pawn shop on the corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsyl-vay-nee-a, and I ain't got a thing left to hock." My mom used to sing those words to me all the time when I was a little kid. They're from the song "Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania," one of many odd little long-forgotten ditties Mom entertained me with. She most likely overheard these tunes…
If Halloween is about taking a little trip to the dark, spooky, loony side of life, then every day is Halloween for me. Always has been. I was born in the Season of the Witch, and the mysterious and the macabre are my muses. For me, thrills and chills don't come in the form of grotesque costumes, giant yard spiders,…