And so we settled into our new home in unit 207 of Su Casa Apartments, which didn’t take too long. I shook out my duffel bag on the closet floor, stacked […]
176. With the Devil Snapping at My Heels
Deep Cuts: Waiting Songs
I still don’t understand what’s so damned difficult about serving French food in a mall restaurant, but I know this: Waiting tables is a tough job. To this day I remain convinced […]
From the Stacks: David Bowie – Star (White Vinyl)
Bowie was both busy and not so busy in 1978. In terms of new material it was a dry year separating Heroes (1977) and Lodger (1979), two of the three brilliant Berlin […]
Deep Cuts: Artists I Was Completely Wrong About
Guns N’ Roses wasn’t the first band that I got completely wrong; in fact, I have quite a history of missing the bus early on. Here are a few of the many […]
Deep Cuts: Songs About Years
Sure I could give you a list of starting fresh songs, but how about some songs about years instead?
From the Stacks: Ian Hunter – Short Back n’ Sides
Down in the city just Hoople and me. That’s from Queen’s “Now I’m Here,” and it was my introduction to Mott The Hoople. That’s all they were to me as an elementary […]
Deep Cuts: Press Play When I’m Dead
Between this week’s memoir piece, my mother’s illness, and my ever-present awareness that I’m falling apart, death has been on my mind a lot lately. There’s nothing I hate more than going […]
Deep Cuts: Songs For Destruction
I may have reduced a short story to smouldering rubble, but we’re prone to dive bomb all aspects of our lives: careers, relationships, health. Lately our government has been particularly adept at […]
Deep Cuts: New York
New York looms large in the American imagination, especially for creative types. That’s where it all happens: The Chelsea Hotel, The Cafe Wha?, SoHo, Greenwich Village. Brooklyn kids. Warriors, come out to […]
143. And in These Days When Darkness Falls Early
It was time. Jody deferred her plans to move to New York City because she wanted to spend a little more time with me, but the agency representing her was only so […]
