The thing about having money is, you learn all sorts of things you never wanted to know. Continue reading
Friday night, after hopping between a couple of drinking engagements, I wound up at a grocery store. As I wandered through the aisles, looking for one last thing, I noticed an old, familiar song coming from the speakers overhead. Continue reading
It was just after I posted last week’s Sunday Song that I noticed my Twitter plugin had way more activity than usual for a Sunday night. The news, of course: David Bowie was dead, age 69.
Growing up, I wasn’t much of a Bowie fan. I liked the Wallflowers’ cover of “Heroes” when it was released, and I knew of him, of course. But I also remember having a classmate in high school who was obsessed with Bowie, and how I thought that classmate was a total weirdo. Little did I realize, we were both right. Continue reading
Last night. In the wake of the news of LCD Soundsystem’s reunion, I decided to revisit the fantastic documentary about their farewell, Shut Up and Play the Hits. Continue reading
Until age 25, I never really got Bruce Springsteen. I tried. Oh, I tried.
I had the utmost respect for the man, of course. Having been born in New Jersey, how could I not? And my dad had loved him, too. But he never really clicked until I crossed from Oregon into California. Continue reading