Getting a little bored listening to some old fart blather on about music that happened back when turntables were steam powered? Check out Rock Britain, a blog written out of Moscow about […]
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Notes From A Public Reading
Savannah College of Art and Design, 1987: My final project for drawing class is four feet by ten feet on board, a beast of a thing. I get to class very early […]
Since I’m On the Topic of Rush…
I’m not a current events kind of guy, but when the pop culture gods align a press release with a “Why It Matters” piece who am I to refuse? Rush has a […]
42. Changes Aren’t Permanent (But Change Is)
Ninth grade was a very strange time. I was a member of The Guys In Black Tee Shirts Who Jam, but I wasn’t hardcore enough for Prevo, or prevocational school. I played […]
More Answers To Google Searches
Googlers are to Why It Matters as Sunday drivers are to garage sales. Both are cruising along hoping to find an Eames chair or a lightly used Hitachi magic wand or whatever. They think they […]
41. We Rock At Dawn On the Front Line
I didn’t ride my bicycle to school everyday. If Melody had something to do after school or I was running late I took the bus. The characters had changed since I was […]
The Basic Why It Matters Restaurant Desktop
Required: One (1) Notebook Two (2) Beverages Three (3) Uniball Pens Unrelated reading material Sketchbook (in bag) 160gb iPod Optional: Ideas Motivation Dessert
“Why It Matters” Meets Under the Gum Tree
I’m delighted to announce that one of my “Why It Matters” pieces has been published in the premier edition of Under the Gum Tree, a literary magazine dedicated to creative non-fiction. It’s […]
Deep Cuts: Stop Time and Turn Up the Radio Songs
I have 33,000 songs in my pocket. I can go for three months, twenty-four hours per day and not listen to the same song twice; well, at least not the same version. […]
40. To Learn How To Love And Forget How To Hate
During the summer after eighth grade we spent a week at Disney World in Florida. My father bought some sort of package deal that included a campsite, park tickets, and three meals […]
