Monthly Archives: September 2023

I would like to take a moment to thank the Nigerian singer/rapper who performed after the act I came to see tonight with his backing tracks and cajoled the crowd to “get up and dance!” like his life depended on … Continue reading →

Your pedal’s been holding you back, man. You’ve been writing to the tools and not the tunes, if you know what I’m saying. You gotta write with the bare minimum materials available so when things go wrong as they usually … Continue reading →

My therapist says “you should examine your new work and compare it to your old work and see how they differ. There may be themes that you explore now that you didn’t explore then. There might be something fascinating for … Continue reading →

Could you please try again? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be curt or rude, or suggest you don’t know what you’re doing with your last response or anything like that. I appreciate everything you do – really. You’ve been … Continue reading →

The dog just ate the dog’s food. Wait – I’m not saying it right. The third dog took the first dog’s food. The young one stole from the older one. Benji ate out of Cookie’s bowl. It’s not cool, man. … Continue reading →

“You know,” I was told, “it seems that a great deal of your contact with the world is theoretical. Like, rather than actually living through things you think about things.“ I thought about it. It seemed valid. I had to … Continue reading →

The other day (No, Mrs. Stickler, it doesn’t matter what day it was) I was talking about an artistic practice I’d picked up and then I referred to a better artistic practice I’ve yet to exploit that I learned about … Continue reading →

So here’s the thing: You’ve got to learn to say goodbye. You linger. You loiter. You stay too late. It’s an illness, I think. You cannot take a hint. You stay until the cows come home and then miss the … Continue reading →

Sun warm after Fall rain, she asks how to call happiness. Stretching on the blanket she spilled across the grass and leaves, I shrug. "It simply comes to me on occasion," I say, and despite myself, I smile. I think … Continue reading →

This, this has been poorly planned. I did not anticipate the quality of the opening acts. I did not plan on following performers of such artistic skill and discernment. You guys are good! How the fuck am I supposed to … Continue reading →