I never had a soft infested summer. I never had one of those. I dreamed of one, I imagined hundreds, and I could, if you would allow, paint a Vistavision frame for you of what I would've done, in gorgeous Technicolor I'd let you know the dream. But it wasn't in the cards. And from what I understand about the world, the part of life where such a ( Read more... )

Smitten is the exact right word. That's all ( Read more... )

It occurs to me now that I never regarded "Long Walk Home" as a actual song. I always just thought of in the most natural way in the world; it's what happens in the story. It takes me to the edge of the scene and compels me to ask one the best questions in the world: what's next ( Read more... )

When I walk into an arena, and most recently a stadium, I am entering a ring match. In this corner, the body. In this corner, the spirit. Lights out, crowd up, game on. In this life, in this world there are too many days where we know the eventual outcome to the thing. Daily, flesh takes throne and is head of the winner's circle where our demons ( Read more... )

There is a deep and blue mystery to the music of Thomas Newman. His melodies are something unsolved. I actually dreamed something from the song "Here I Am", a number from "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels", a musical not many people have heard or heard of at all. All non Joanna Gleason fanboys back off. She's mine ( Read more... )

All the best stuff, the best books, the best portraits and movies, the best episodes of the best television shows, the best articles in the best magazines, they all aspire to the unequivocal wonder that is the sound of music. And so goes conversation, so goes relationship, so go the people, so goes life ( Read more... )

People get ready.....there's a train coming....you don't need no ticket....just thank the Lord ( Read more... )

At night I lie awake in bed staring aimlessly at ceilings, at walls, at sheets, dreaming of an epic romance, a beautiful love that engulfs me in its scope and drive and fire. I dream of falling into such a story. I think things these because...well, I don't know, the movie pictures? Those guys and gals just look so swell high kickin' in gay Paris. ( Read more... )

What is it about post 3:00 AM? Why is that when all the good work gets done ( Read more... )

Welcome to ten minutes ago. How's the weather back then ( Read more... )