Lonely Fun = Me

Huey Lewis says that heart of Rock and Roll is still beating. Hilary Gray Roberts says the Oboe may be bad in Cleveland. None of these things are true. At the end of the Dark Turn, Wacky had become a black hole. It had morphed, yes, but like a desperate

When you graduate college, you find people have better things to do than park their butt in the student union to listen to garbage bands, liberal whiners, and stoned college radio staff. And then there were just two in Northern Virginia. No more soulful Dave Braxton on trumpet, bongos and

Wacky Wacky. In the Dawn of Wack, it was all fun and games as evinced by the \ first link below. It began because The Crimson Harpoon (and at some point we should explore how THAT name stuck) was always playing his guitar in the dorm room and one day Matt