In which I talk about our questionable greatness.
There is something strange and sacred about the summers of our youth. They stand as the first deep breaths of freedom that we get as we grow and the memories we find there are always there, waiting to be rediscovered once the days get long and the air cools once the clock hits one in… Continue reading Those Long Summer Nights
Sometimes the only thing you can do is to keep moving forward. You let your body take over, you let your mind drop into autopilot, and you keep on truckin’. During these times, that’s sometimes all you can do. The stress of the politics, the pandemic, our social strife, and then our lives. On… Continue reading Keepin’ On
In recording my recent podcast about the nature of American freedom I naturally left out LOTS of things I wanted to say so I thought I’d follow it up with a blog. The thing about freedom, as I said in the podcast, is that it is a contract. Freedom with a capital ‘F’ is about… Continue reading Freedom Fries 2
In which I talk about our need to take a pause and consider what freedom really means.
For me, I feel weird if I am not creating in some way. The way my mind works is that I always have to have a creative project cooking or I get antsy. In all this though it's easy for me to forget that I have released three books in the last year. While the… Continue reading My Newest Releases
Consider this a golden oldie. I wrote this for a website I had a long, long, long time ago. Just me being weird. It has never made it into a book. Perhaps it will some day. It's just so darned weird. It was slated for an abandoned collection but maybe that collection shall rise again… Continue reading Man-Made-Meats – a tale
In which I regale you with takes of a date gone weird and a story of how dumb I am.
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It feels strange that for the many, many years I have been writing and writing blogs that I rarely talk about music and its influence on my life. It’s not that music isn’t a constant in my life, a constant in my head, but that I feel like an imposter talking about music. I… Continue reading To The Beat Of A Drum