That was it. Jody said, “I don’t care what you do, I’m moving to California,” and I dropped everything. Everything. I quit art school to save money. I quit Starship Records and […]
172. Maybe He’s Caught in the Mood
Revenge of the Son of the Son of the Creature From the Cutout Bin
Every now and then a little group of songs piles up that I don’t really have full stories for, just quick impressions. Quite a few albums or songs from 1987-1988 fall into […]
Remember What the Dormouse Said
I’m trying hard to power out a true tale of liquor, lust, and primer gray Camaros, but the voodoo ain’t working. I’m tired and I’m nursing a headache. For the last week […]
171. She Was Holding It Back It Hurts So Bad
Jody left to visit a childhood friend in Los Angeles. I worked, went to class, and kicked around our too-expensive apartment. I missed her, and I didn’t like being alone. No, I […]
170. Here’s To Every Time That You Rocked the Boat
My new Starship Records salary meant that I grossed my monthly rent in a single week. Jody and I had money in our pockets for the first time, a little breathing room. […]
169. Since I Packed Up and Left On My Own
Life settled into a pauper’s groove. I enjoyed Record Bar but the pay was terrible, so I tried to hustle up a better job wherever I could. The guy at the end […]
168. Last Lions Roar Before They’re Tamed
We drove to the Elks Lodge in Evergreen. The bar television blared coverage of a plane that slid off of the icy Denver runway a few hours earlier. “We need to get […]
167. It’s a Sad Affair When There’s No One There
When I arrived in Denver my father was standing at the gate. “I’ve been waiting two hours,” he said. “I thought when I told you what time we landed I needed to […]
166. Would You Like to Trip Now?
The wind picked up on Tybee Island and the midday sun slipped into chilly afternoon. My fellow male hippies and I huddled in our characters’ van, shivering. “Actors on the set!” someone […]
165. The Waiting is the Hardest Part
We rose before the sun, humid November chill biting at us all the way to the shower. The bathroom steamed up quickly. I didn’t want to get out, but we were due […]
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