A Sunday Sorta Thing

I’m looking for the perfect donut. As far as goals, great quests, or life changing discoveries this may seem a little light. I mean, some people dedicate their lives to altruistic endeavors to make the world a better, safer, cleaner place so finding the perfect donut may seem frivolous. Let’s face it, every grocery store…

Live Music, Brat Pack Hair, Please Don’t Pee on the Floor

What’s better? Is bigger better? Is smaller better? Or is better better? What the hell are we even talking about? Honestly, at this point, I don’t even know. A lot of the conversations I’ve had over the past month have been with myself. I usually know what I’m talking about and am very impressed with…

Finding Fuel, Finding Coffee, Finding Milwaukee

Seattle is synonymous with coffee. Mostly, because of Starbucks whose tagline could be: Starbucks, It Tastes Like Coffee. Sumatra Blend, tastes like coffee. Pike Place, tastes like coffee. Blonde Roast, tastes like coffee. Breakfast sandwich, tastes like frozen, goes pretty good with coffee. I lived in Seattle for the past seven years and, I guess,…

One Foot In The Rave

Even on a normal day, entering The Rave to see a show is gambling on your physical and mental health. That’s part of its charm. Of all our Milwaukee venues, one could argue that The Rave (and its sub-venues inside) knows itself better than any of them. Nobody goes to a show there because they want…