I pulled my shoes off and waddled to the shower, my feet were webbed. As I washed the Charleston off of me I thought, Charleston, it's all good, even when it's not.
The life and works of Edgar Allen Poe at the Dock Street? I mean really... is there more haunting a trio than Charleston, Halloween, and this dark and brooding writer? Here's a sneak peek
Devin's half-year wrap-up of music deaths got us feeling a little nostalgic—for the Beasties, the Bee Gees, and diva Donna Summer (may she finally find a little of that hot, hot pasta...)
