I didn't have a new 3 Chords & the Truth to run this week, so I thought we'd revisit some of the old ones. Take note of a few things:

1. Johnny's ever-changing hat selection
2. My ever-changing hair length
3. The pure fun we have creating these things

Check out a few of my favorites after the jump.

Over a smorgasbord of BBQ from Hill Country, Echo and Baier discuss New York State's potential fat tax. On the one hand, it helps stunt the continuing body-width growth of Americans. But on the other hand, it punishes us skinny bastards who are attempting to put on a little weight. (We have issues of our own, having been picked last in kickball)

So sit back, grab a bucket o'wings, maybe a Big Gulp, and listen to us vent/rant about this proposed new tax.

There has been some mysterious Sinatra-related violence in the Philippines. In this exciting episode, I takes a closer look at the mayhem. There has been all sort of donnybrooks going down in Manilla. "The Kill-a in Manilla." (Sorry about that one. That's awful.)

What could cause Filipinos to riot at karaoke bars. Karaoke bars are supposed to be happy places. Where those that are three sheets to the wind warble "Ruby, Don't Take Your Love To Town." See? Happy.

Okay, on with the show...



Let's all try act a little more like Frank Sinatra. Sort this out, Philippines. Sort this out.

Baierman was nice enough to take time out of his busy schedule to record a video podcast with me. In it, we discuss the Winter Olympics, our favorite moments and sports, as well as the curiosity that is Ice Dancing. Baierman comes up with the greatest sport ever, and I make a petition to get him on the board of the I.O.C.

After weeks of illness, crazy job schedules, and unruly teenagers, Johnny and I managed to squeeze the recording of another podcast. Again, the sound quality off of Johnny's mic is like listening to Roseanne Barr sing the national anthem, but if you manage through it we have a surprise for you.

Johnny and I reveal the Secret Squirrel Project! We also dive into the Winter Olympics, the injustices of the New York State Department of Labor, and a Prick of the Week. You can listen here, or check it out on iTunes.

It was a cold Winter's eve. Several inches of snow hid the dried and dead grass below. The island was constantly battered by steel grey waves crashing onto it's stormy beach. And from a distance, it looked as if no life were to be found there at all...

It sure has the makings of a mystery novel. A small and desolate island in the dead of winter, houses boarded up with most of the residents in warmer environs during the colder months. Well, a mystery novel or an awesome setting for the lair of a super-villain. For some reason, I thought it would be fun to take Mr. Brightside, his wife and my girlfriend out to this house in order to drink wine, sit by the fire, and read books. Instead, we got shit faced, watched the olympics, and spent a good deal of time sledding in the front yard. Toward the end of the night, Mr. Brightside told me he had something he wanted to share with the readers. Something he wanted to get off his chest. And seeing as I had no control over my decisions (or my hair), I thought we'd let it rip. This video is the result.

I seriously questioned putting this up or not. I'm still not sure I made the right decision. Based on the purplish hue of our teeth alone, we'd be great candidates for several 12-step programs. Anyway, if you make it through the whole thing, you'll see just how bad things got toward the end of the evening.

This is why I should never do things without Johnny...

This month marks the 75th anniversary of alligators in the New York System. Here's a warning and some advice on how not to get eaten on your Broadway vacation.