It’s that time of year again when we pack up the station wagon and return to the nest.
Writing as sculpture. I really like that image because
I almost didn’t get this playlist done because I put it off so long.
My grandmother, the ghost.
We just celebrated Columbus Day in the United States, one of our most contentious holidays.
Ask any record store veteran around my age when we hit peak vinyl, and he or she will probably say 1985-87.
Online shopping is convenient, but I’m really going to miss stores.
Pretty much all popular music after 1900 is about sex, but not all of those tracks are brazen enough to admit it in the title. So for this playlist we’re going to […]
Nobody tells you that you’re going to vanish.
That old dude looked pretty swell in his A’s t-shirt, like he belonged to something bigger than himself.