Three Record Stores
We'd driven all that way without a map, ignorant and defenseless. Now the sublime had ambushed us and pummeled our hearts.
Light Years from Home
Caring for her required me to perform a series of small tasks over and over again, tasks with the peculiar quality of seeming at once urgent and tedious.
Go Home. Shut Up. Grow Up.
I remember vividly the first time I ever heard the Velvet Underground. I was in a garage in Davis, California, where I was attending college in the late '70's. I was actually at a rehearsal. In a literal garage band—both in terms of location and intention. We were more on the mark in the former than the latter at the time.