Spring is the bee’s knees, and not just
While you’re reading this, I’m sitting stiffly in my Sunday clothes, paying my respects to a lost friend. Too soon, too soon.
Dreams are perhaps second only to love as lyrics topics.
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 […]
My DJ buddy Falcon did a weekly one hour late night show built around a theme, basically “Deep Cuts” but on the radio. He was kicking around the store one day, complaining […]
(Last week Adrian shared the story of a mysterious benefactor who donated to him a harp guitar. We pick up the conversation in progress, Hamburger Patty’s cheesy dance music in the background […]
It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]
Third period, art. The only place in that horrible school where I wasn’t a pariah. Art classes tend to attract an interesting mix of students. We had the Easy A’s, the Very […]
Rock guitar gods go all the way back to Robert Johnson. The list is well-worn and not worth repeating, but regardless of whether you lean toward bluesy legends or fierce shredders chances […]
I couldn’t handle the hours at Hardee’s. Not only was I barely squeaking through the eleventh grade, but on my way home from work one Sunday I woke up in the oncoming traffic […]