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My name is Riley, and I play drums and write music for a band called Thrice.
This is where I ramble about music, sports, food, books, interwebbery, and whatever else I feel like sharing. I apologize in advance.
In addition to my ramblings here, I write a piece for OC Weekly called "3hree Things" that runs every Tuesday, and I'm also writing over at Flip Collective on occasion.
I'm the co-founder of a baseball-specific twitter feed and blog with my friend Ian, called Productive Outs.
And last, but not least, I have a bandcamp page and a soundcloud page that I'll be posting my own music and remixes on every once in a while.
Disclaimer: The views and opinions presented on this blog are mine, and do not reflect the position or views of the band as a whole.
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In this week’s 3hree Things, I share some thoughts on our upcoming “Farewell Tour” and what it means to me.
In this week’s 3hree Things, I can’t stop listening to (or writing about, or talking about) Vacationer’s new record, Gone.
Hey, I put something gross in my face (again) and wrote about it for OC Weekly.
In this week’s 3hree Things for OC Weekly I “review” Meshuggah’s new record Koloss.
In this week’s 3hree Things, I put the rants on hold for a week and wrote a positive recap of my trip out to Tempe, AZ for Angels Spring Training two weekends ago.
#PMA… or something.
This is my contribution to this week’s print edition of the OC Weekly.
Has this epidemic spread to your city?
In this week’s 3hree Things for OC Weekly, I pay homage to a record that was a game-changer for me. Twenty-years-old today, and it still resonates with me just as much as it ever did.
In this week’s 3hree Things I give a brief play-by-play of Carl’s Jr.’s new commerical for Kate Upton’s boobs…err…Kate Upton’s new commercial for Carl’s Jr.’s Southwest Gut Bustin’ Patty Pile.
Can we put the NBA Slam Dunk Contest out of its misery yet? In this week’s 3hree Things, I look at the three worst dunks from this years contest and long for the good old days.
Someone decided that I needed a healthy dose of awkardness in my life last week.
Come for the laughs, stay for the strippers, sharks, poop and nudity*.
*kinda
