John Train

I myself used to beatup over not being able to recall much of what I read.

I have to admit that when I first checked out the Black Lips about a decade ago, it had nothing to do with their music. I’d never heard it.

Could have been the fact that I was recently promoted to Theater Critic at Phawker and have a background in Kabuki. Or the fact that both my wife (who, concerned for my personal safety in Trump territory, forbade me from donning my Lizzie Warren kit) and my editor (who blew out of there like some sort of psyclone ranger during the Regan era) are from Allentown and this, therefore, would practically be a family affair. Or maybe it was just my desire for an alternate State of t