I’m sitting in my music room; well, I’m lounging in my music room.
The new year brings with it both irrational hope and unnecessary pressure.
A social media buddy of mine recently proposed that we’ve reached peak vinyl, that purchasing records is now synonymous with investing in baseball cards circa 1991.
An old man just shuffled past me in a green Oakland A’s t-shirt.
Sir Percival cradled his helmet beneath his metal clad arm and clanked into his son’s sleeping chamber, where young Percy lay upon his straw mattress playing Dragonslayer on his Magic Stone.®
I’m reading Lou Cannon’s President Reagan: The Role of a Lifetime, a 1991 biography of our first celebrity president.
At the beginning of each year I perform my sacred duty,
St. Patrick’s Day just came and went, but it was just another Sunday to me. It was a big deal when I was little, though,
I made the mistake last week of watching Leaving Neverland, the HBO documentary featuring two survivors of Michael Jackson’s alleged sexual abuse.
Spend enough time on social media and eventually you’ll run across the tale of the dog who pays for cookies.