Newsletter: October 1, 2020

Hello, innocent bystander. This is either my attempt at contributing something positive in These Trying Times, or it’s me finally cracking up. Either way, thanks for being here to witness whatever this is. I want to add a little light, a little levity, in what are at best uncertain times. Yes, I am a hero. So, … Continue reading Newsletter: October 1, 2020

On Being a Lyrics Guy

It’s a curse, being a lyrics guy. It can, I’m fairly confident, drive a person mad. I have a for-instance, you'll be relieved to learn. We’re currently watching the excellent Ken Burns series on Country Music, learning so much and being reminded of how great those songs were. Remember Patsy Cline’s “Walking After Midnight”? A … Continue reading On Being a Lyrics Guy

A Few of My Favorite Things

I'm a compulsive list writer. I write lists for everything - favorite books and movies, obviously. But lists of bad movies too. And a timeline of my life (under construction...my memory is really working against me there...). I have a shitlist, so I can remember the names of the truly terrible people in this world. … Continue reading A Few of My Favorite Things

Best of 2017

2017 was bad. Let’s not pretend otherwise. At least globally. And nationally. And possibly even locally. But, personally, it could have been worse. I remain, somehow, in full employment. My family moved from an apartment with what seemed like a family of tap-dancing rhinos above us to a house with a yard that the dogs … Continue reading Best of 2017

On Why We Like What We Like

Everything you've done, everything you've experienced, everything someone said to you has a chance of adding another facet to your character. It's enough to make you never want to leave the house, isn't it? But what about the media we absorb every day - not the news, views, and eye-bleeding hate that passes for political … Continue reading On Why We Like What We Like

On Losing an Imaginary Friend

Prince came to live with me in Xmas 1984 (or maybe '85), via the kind of cassette tape you could pick up for a couple of quid at any market stall in the country during those prehistoric, lawless times. As I listened, wearing out the tape, he told me strange, unknowable things, things I sometimes … Continue reading On Losing an Imaginary Friend