We Nibbled Our Butter Cookie Rings to the Knuckle: Cap’n Jazz’s Shmap’n Shmazz Turns 30
My hometown is always on the precipice of completion, and the people there hold their cards quite close to their chest. I went home for the holidays this past winter, and as I passed by the remnants of the now defunct Sam Ash I grew up across the street from—the one that Mike Kinsella recalls to have purchased his first guitar at—I thought of how many remarkable things come from being surrounded by what feels inherently unremarkable. The town in question—Buffalo Grove, Illinois—is a part of a ha...