Nine Minutes of Perfection

Nine Minutes of Perfection

On a bright warm afternoon last summer I walked into a local produce stand to purchase a melon. That was all I needed, one single solitary melon. I made my choice, and fruit in hand was headed toward the check-out when a song came over the radio. The intro piano...
Lost In The Mist

Lost In The Mist

Seven or eight years ago you could show up at a venue in Seattle to hear your friends’ band play, and sometimes the opener would be a lanky young singer-songwriter doing what the trade requires—picking a guitar and singing songs that only a few folks in the room...
Wick_ed

Wick_ed

My freshman year of college, at a small school in the middle of some corn fields in Indiana, I was placed in a room directly next to the RA’s. Some might consider this troubling, as if the presence of the nosy, finger-wagging RA’s would limit my nascent...
The Freddie, or a Study in Cringe

The Freddie, or a Study in Cringe

Today we’re taking a break from more serious matters to enjoy a trip down the musical memory lane. We’re going to travel back to the mid-1960’s when rock-&-roll was at a bit of a standstill. The music had died on February 3, 1959, and it took...
Greetings, Partner

Greetings, Partner

Earlier today, while doing some research for a series of essays I hope to post in the coming months, I stumbled down a YouTube wormhole and found a video review of Cormac McCarthy’s 1985 novel, Blood Meridian. The book, like nearly all of McCarthy’s work,...