“Your tennis shoes are good enough. It’s just little league,” my father said. “It’s Pony league, and it says I have to have spikes.” I handed him the registration form and equipment […]
31. I Was Walking In He Was Walking Out
You Don’t Need To Hear From Me This Week
Kelly Mahan Jaramillo can tell you why music matters much better than I can: http://kellymahanjaramillo.wordpress.com/
30. Strewn With Time’s Dead Flowers
Andrew Gold passed away a couple of days ago. Cancer, age fifty-nine. Only fifteen years older than me. I don’t really know much about the guy other than two of his songs […]
29. You Don’t Know What the Sound Is, Darlin’
Summer 1985, early afternoon — the slow time. Dwayne and I are the only employees in the store. I’m fresh out of high school, he is thirty-five with a bachelor’s in history. […]
28. Leaving the Things That You Love From Mind
Only at thirteen is it acceptable to own both a hamster and a Bo Derek wet tee-shirt poster, one of which serves as a compulsive masturbation aid (don’t judge). My bedroom was […]
Pardon Our Dust In the Wind
As a result of the Why It Matters merger with Universal Globomegacorp, we have been experiencing intermittent production issues. Our on-shore staff of 5,000 researchers, writers, and creative types has been replaced by […]
27. I’ve Been Trying to Get a Message Through the Air to You
6:00 p.m. Tower Cafe, The Police on the headphones. That’s a bit contrived, though. This whole set up is, beginning with that notation. I have made the same notation on every journal […]
Deep Cuts: Ten Live Songs For Your Playlist
Hard to believe but there was a time before YouTube – before cable television and home video for that matter. We ate the music we were served and we liked it, said the […]
26. This Is the First Song Off Our New Album
The Seventies laid claim to some great live albums, never mind that many of them were created in a studio. The Woodstock soundtrack kicked off the decade, which to me was roughly […]
25. A Live Wire, Barely A Beginner
Ricky Brent was my first friend in South Carolina. My behind the house neighbor, a short path through the kudzu and dense loblolly pines, our friendship was inevitable. He was a big […]
