My grandmother, the ghost.
I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I listen to a lot of Tangerine Dream, and I have ever since I was a teenager.
Dreams are perhaps second only to love as lyrics topics.
No, this isn’t the soundtrack to a porn movie. This is the sequel to a soundtrack to a porn movie.
The graphic design firm where Michael worked was located on downtown Los Angeles’s Traction Avenue. I’d never ventured downtown, much less on a Friday night. On the way I passed the Atomic […]
With exception to a dark period in their catalog that I choose not to think about, Heart has long been one of my favorite bands. Of the thousands of groups who modeled […]
Sherri and I eventually got back together. I don’t remember the specifics other than a lot of crying and the appearance of a little stuffed purple dragon on the hood of the […]
“Man, this place is really nice.” My new buddy wrote copy for a graphic design firm located in a loft in a former warehouse. The firm was small: the owner, a couple […]
If the Seventies taught me anything it’s that I should be wearing a silver robe by now, and I should have a numbered bar code instead of a name. The future was […]
There are two must-see movies in the Tom Cruise filmography. One is Risky Business, where he plays a cocky but well-meaning guy with daddy issues. The other is The Color Of Money, […]