I sat down the other night for one hour of perfect writing time, the kind of time recommended by experts who write books on writing.
This isn’t my favorite Elton John album, but it has a couple of things going for it.
“Hey, I got another bunch of singles for you,” Robin said as soon as 45 Guy walked into the record store. Condition doesn’t matter to 45 Guy, only quantity. He’s kind of […]
Grand Funk had two things going for them in 1973: Todd Rundgren and cowbell. Okay, they had a lot more going for them that.
Two days of nearly straight driving carried us almost coast to coast. Jody and I barely spoke, barely moved. We were barely awake. The closer we came to Los Angeles the heavier […]
I have been on a crazy Grand Funk tear lately. Damn, these guys were good. And huge! Grand Funk Railroad was playing to stadiums—stadiums—and now it’s almost like they never existed. There […]
Casablanca was a seriously weird record label. Neil Bogart’s brainchild was primarily a disco label (it was the home of Donna Summer, after all), yet it made its fortune on the backs […]
My boy suffered his first loss recently, a friend who simply didn’t wake up one morning. That’s the way to do it, but not a week shy of your sixteenth birthday.
I was hoping to never think about this, much less write about it. This is such a dark corner of my past that I’ve done my best to expurgate it from my […]