Admittedly that’s a strange title for an entry. But, it’s a quote from Domestic Partner related to what I’ve been working on lately. You’ll notice that my last nostalgia post mentioned the Bee Gees among adult contemporary artists I grew to respect and enjoy as a kid, disengaged as I was from concerns about what... Continue Reading →
This is not what y'all want to hear. You want to hear how to earn a million in the first year. You want to tell The Man to shove it and piss off to Tahiti. That happens for a few people here and there, and everyone loves to hear their stories. For the rest of... Continue Reading →
*Note: Richmond Memories was a series produced by Virginia Public Media that I saw on our local PBS station (WCVE) years ago. It covered reminiscences of life in the Richmond, VA area from the 1920s through the 1960s. In my mind I revisit a handful of places more frequently than others. Having grown up in... Continue Reading →
I think my first exposure to the term "juvenilia" was in a Sylvia Plath anthology (she did the poem "Bitter Strawberries" when she was a kid - and no, I don't think if I were stone cold sober right now I ever would have remembered that). I know some folks are mortified when they revisit... Continue Reading →
It probably goes without saying that if you take yourself too seriously in middle school, you're gonna have a target on your back. If you're angsty and emotional - maybe most especially if you're angsty and emotional AND make art about it AND have the gall to show that art to people - you're gonna... Continue Reading →
There, I said it. Despite encouraging comments from folks who, even with their broad experience, seem to find me unique and possessed of a “clear personal brand”...I cannot imagine a life in which the responsibility for my income falls solely on my shoulders. I hate to say it, but my disagreements with the corporation I... Continue Reading →
Creating has always been a solitary process for me. Truthfully, I envy those folks who are adventurous and mentally unfettered enough to throw innovation spaghetti at the wall alongside other people, and watch the non-viable strands flop unattractively to the floor without a second thought. So I'm ending my string of Wayback Weekends with what... Continue Reading →
[[Currently listening to: Magnetic Fields - Realism (a recent local music store find). It's not quite like anything else I've heard. I think I'm digging it.]]I've practically made a pastime out of bitching about working in a call center. But now, for something completely different. Truth is, if I ever get out of here, I... Continue Reading →
Everyone has their own personal legends. On my next Wayback Weekend, I revisit one of mine: the only true 50/50 collab I’ve ever done. https://youtu.be/rHmlEYRssaI
It’s a long weekend so here’s a bonus throwback! This is the furthest back we’ve gone. As a kid I learned to write pop songs by setting classic poetry to music. I think I was barely fifteen when I put this one together. Plus, as followers of this blog already know, I have a thing... Continue Reading →
