Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

A guy just said that a guy once said that everyone should write a song about being lost under the Brooklyn Bridge which made me a little lost since if you’re under the Brooklyn Bridge, you’re not lost. You look … Continue reading →

Could you help me tell me more pull on the strings of memory and make a melody more pleasing to the ear than the shit I’m hearing on every station I can tune anywhere near? You said once that you … Continue reading →

This is not the poem I meant to write. You are not the subject I meant to speak of today. Today is not the day I meant to write. Writing is not the way I meant to spend my time … Continue reading →

and he died. The end. and they lived happily never after. The end. and the howling winds reminded them that the demons would forever be there to torture their ancestors for the crimes of Toreador. The end. and Alabaster swore … Continue reading →

You’ll remember none of this, I’ll bet. All these days in the car on the road with the radio with the questions with the pestering with the mustard on the fries – which you know I hate, but you purposefully … Continue reading →

I saw him once before I knew what he meant before understanding the breadth and width of his accomplishments prior to generations of best minds howling out prayers of proper devotion to the dead … the word for that escapes … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s time to admit that your talents haven’t been wasted that you’ve lived up to your potential that you have always been the very best that you could be working your hardest at all times and this is everything … Continue reading →

Be generic. Be be generic. Be generic. Be be generic. There’s a time and a place to be original. But that time is gone, son. It was fun. Now it’s done. Be generic. Be be generic. Be generic. Be be … Continue reading →

Just as you think that nothing’s sacred today and if almost anybody can always get away with just about anything there under the sun it’s fun to flash back on old bones of contention when the people of the public … Continue reading →