Words are the currency of pretty much everything we do. Even our currency has words on it, for crying out loud.
I won’t let my plum tree go without a fight.
A recent Atlantic Monthly article suggesting that humans domesticated themselves by killing off the violent males in their midst sparked a short story idea.
Grooves get things done.
If I had to whittle my test pressings down to a single one, this would be it.
Google “apple.” If your results look like mine, you won’t see a reference to produce until page 5. The first 4 1/2 pages are all Apple, not apples.
Drug tragedies still happen in the music business, which kind of blows my mind.
Some amazing music came out in 1990. By the time those little trick-or-treaters knocked on our apartment door that night, I’d spent what little expendable income I had on some brilliant records […]
Breaking my hand in a motorcycle accident wasn’t my first broken bones, nor were they my last. I’ve broken fingers, toes, nose, arms, ribs — even a hip. My left collar bone […]
Mother Love Bone: If they’re the most important band in the history of grunge, why haven’t you heard of them? Well, let me tell you: http://diffuser.fm/the-roots-of-indie-mother-love-bone/