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, the interwebs and whatever else I deem worthy of sharing.

In addition to my ramblings here, I'm also the co-founder of a baseball-specific twitter feed podcast and blog with my good friend Ian, called Productive Outs.

I also 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 mine only, and do not reflect the position or views of Thrice as a whole.

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For those of you who might be interested, I reviewed the new records from Mouth of the Architect and Palms (ex-Isis + Chino Moreno of Deftones) for Alternative Press #300. Both records are outstanding and I highly recommend them. 

I’m incredibly thankful and honored to be a part of the Getting Blanked crew on a weekly basis. I’ve been a reader of the blog and listener to the podcast for quite a while, and be a part of a team responsible for some of my favorite writing and podcasting on the Internet is a great privilege.

This is the debut of my weekly column, The Battle Of Los Angeles, which will keep score of the season-long fight between the Angels and Dodgers for the hearts and minds of Southern California baseball fans.

I hope you enjoy it.



There’s a firestorm going on today over freelance journalism and writing for free. It started with Nate Thayer, who published an email exchange he had with an editor for the Atlantic. Basically, the editor wanted Thayer to repurpose a piece he’d written for NK News — 1,200 words by the end of…

Of the various responses to the Nate Thayer kerfuffle with The Atlantic over a lack of payment for work, Jason Fry’s is the best. That’s because, instead of just focusing on the issue of money deserved for services rendered — which is an important thing, duh — he’s willing to admit that there is value in work that does not involve money or a long-term plan to advance a career.

I am admittedly not the best person to discuss this issue. I freelance, but in my time as a full-time writer I’ve always had daily jobs that’s kept me from having to scramble for gigs. (I am also an unwed 27-year-old man and have relatively few expenses.)

Nevertheless, I write on the internet and therefore don’t make very much money. 

If you’re a writer, or plan to be a writer and hope to be compensated for it, I hope you’ll take the time to read the e-mail exchange between Nate Thayer and the Global Editor of the Atlantic Magazine, the reaction piece by Jason Fry and Eric Freeman’s addendum/response to Fry’s piece.

If found it to be enlightening, sobering, motivating and mildly disheartening, and I’m grateful for the reality check.

In the second installment of “Everything In Its Right Place” (my bi-weekly column for PureVolume) I tell a tale of faulty swordsmanship, supreme klutziness and how it almost cost me a digit or two.

Fare Thee Well, Old Friend: An Ode To A Chair

The chair on the right received one of my more unpleasant (and unplanned) offerings on New Year’s Day in 2010. It has also been the unfortunate custodian of my hindparts for the greater part of the past six years. Many a tune, trope, tweet and tumbl (amongst other things) has been crafted in said chair.

The chair on the left is a heavily-discounted chair from Staples.com that has no friggin’ idea what it’s about to get into.

Today marked a changing of the guard.

Farewell, old friend. May you find a healthier backside to harbor or slowly decay in a landfill and unintentionally poison future generations.


Hi friends,

So, this is the debut of my new bi-weekly column for PureVolume called ‘Everything In Its Right Place’. Those of you familiar with my writing will notice that it’ll be fairly similar to what I was doing in my 3hree Things pieces for OC Weekly — rambling (in an amusing fashion, hopefully) about life, sports, music, food, love and whatever else, hoping you enjoy it, begging for approval, weeping silently at my computer, etc. If you’re new here, HELLO TO YOU (and please bear with me as I work out the kinks here. This should be a lot of fun.) 

This week, I dove into an Internet wormhole to find three of the crappiest/most inappropriate last minute Valentine’s Day gifts available. If, by chance, one of said gifts happens to be EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR, you can thank me by sending large amounts of money to me c/o Pure Volume HQ. (Or you could just help me spread the word about this column via the social network of your choosing.)

Hope you enjoy the debut. Thanks for reading.


Hi, friends. Lend me a minute of your time, read about my friend Michael Clair’s Charity Blogathon that I wrote a piece for, and (if you are willing and able) donate to a worthy cause. Thanks!



Our friend Michael Clair of Old Time Family Baseball is holding his annual Charity Blogathon this weekend to raise money for Doctors Without Borders. On Saturday, Michael will be posting fresh content every half hour for a full 24 hours as he works toward his goal of raising $3000…

It’s always a treat when I get to set aside the news desk hat for a second and get to inject some of my own voice into a commentary post.

This is sitting in my reading queue, taunting me. I might have to push a few things aside and just dive in after reading this.


Finished up “Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story” this weekend while I was traveling. I’m not going to attempt to give it a comprehensive review, because I don’t have the time or the inclination, but I will say that if you consider yourself a DFW fan, then it’s definitely worth your while. Here are some bullet points.

  • I’ve read every single primary DFW thing I can get my hands on (with the exception of “Everything and More,” which I was too math-tarded to grasp), and I’ve read a lot about DFW, and I still learned a ton. 
  • For the most part, D.T. Max did an excellent job of making himself transparent and just telling the story. I could see a younger/less-experienced/less secure writer trying to make the book about her-/himself and trying to out-DFW DFW, but Max just stuck to the facts. 
  • On the other hand, he maybe hewed a little too close to the facts, and often I found myself wishing he’d dug deeper. Whether it was about Wallace’s personal life or his work, I wanted MORE. But maybe that’s for another author and another book. 
  • The hardcover edition wasn’t exactly rife with copyediting errors, but there were enough to make it a rocky read for this former copyeditor. But I’m a weird audience, and this is a first edition, so I’m sure those will get addressed in subsequent printings. 
  • It made me miss DFW terribly and want to read everything again. 

If you’re still on the fence, perhaps this excerpt will help you make up your mind. 

A Reasonable Inquiry

What would you like to see more of on Hermitology?

  • More music posts/recommendations/reviews?
  • More food/beer posts?
  • More short-form (extended tweet) pieces?
  • More long-form pieces like I did for OC Weekly & FlipCollective?

As always, I appreciate your readership, support and input.


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