Blog: Teenage Kicks

Left to right: Craig, Satan, me, Kurt, Chip, Mike A few weeks ago, I snuck into Philadelphia under cover of darkness as part of a rolling series of surprises for my longtime friend Kurt on his fortieth birthday, a 72-hour operation orchestrated by Kurt's wife Claire with a shocking, almost militaristic, level of precision, foresight and secrecy. The travels also allowed Trip and me to hold some long-overdue and high-level Teenage Kicks editorial board meetings, fueled by hops, malt and rock and roll. The consensus coming out of those meetings: [...]