“What have you been listening to lately?” a friend asked me Friday night, and I froze for a moment before coming up with an answer. Continue reading
Sunday Songs
Sunday Songs: Car Seat Headrest – “The Ballad of the Costa Concordia”
StandardWhen I left the room to get another whiskey soda, my friends were having a perfectly amicable conversation. When I returned, the two of them were arguing over the semantics of the phrase “Fuck you.” Continue reading
Sunday Songs: George Michael – “Careless Whisper”
StandardIt’s a Sunday night tradition at this point, one I haven’t mentioned before. As I write this, music from the gay bar across the street is wafting up and into my condo. Continue reading
Sunday Songs: Macklemore and Ryan Lewis – “My Oh My”
StandardThe Mariners visited the Red Sox this weekend, and, as happens twice a year, my team couldn’t lose. Continue reading
Sunday Songs: Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins – “Rise Up With Fists”
StandardYesterday afternoon, I sat in a tree in a neighborhood park, taking in the LGBTIQ Pride festivities. Tonight, I stood in a field in a neighborhood park, partaking in the same community’s mourning.
It’s sad sometimes the difference a day can make. Continue reading
Sunday Songs: Aqueduct – “Living a Lie”
StandardSunday Songs: Wild Ones – “From Nothing”
StandardSunday Songs: Courtney Barnett – “Pedestrian at Best”
StandardA while back—a few months I think, but I can’t be sure—I had a dream about a record store. When I was in college, University Way, better known in this city as The Ave, was peppered with them, a couple of used or new stores per block. But that was a while ago. Continue reading
Sunday Songs: Tegan and Sara – “Where Does the Good Go?”
StandardI discovered a Rorschach test this week, a story that revealed more about the listener than it did about the events I described. Continue reading
Sunday Songs: Creedence Clearwater Revival – “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”
StandardI stood on a beach, staring back at my city, surprised to see the water at such a low ebb. I’ve been to Alki plenty of times over the years—I’d never lived there, as one friend had—but I’ve made the journey enough to think that I would have seen low tide there before. Apparently not. Continue reading