I was lucky enough many years back to interview one of my all-time favorite musicians, Roger Clyne. He's managed to carve out a 20+ year career in music and, to his credit, he was at the forefront of the DYI ethic that digital distribution made possible for musicians and is now fairly commonplace. Put simply, his band (Roger Clyne and The ( Read more... )

I logged on to good old LJ today mostly to check out the handful of friends who still update/blog and thought about doing an entry to recap my Labor Day getaway (got back yesterday) and somewhere in the middle I wound up looking at my archives. Particularly I wanted to look at 5 years ago because it was Fall 2011 when all hell broke loose, many ( Read more... )

I've been dreading tomorrow, or at least a little bit. Because it's another first "Without ( Read more... )

I keep wondering if it's more ( Read more... )

It is impossible to have been a music fan of damn near any variety and not felt a great sense of loss over the last several months ( Read more... )

This is another in a series of taking a story I am hoping to tell on stage (tonight, on a theme of "Song") and putting it to page first.

It never comes out of my mouth the way it comes out of my fingers but the general themes do. Enjoy!

"Graceland"The soundtrack to the summer between the end of junior high and the beginning of high school was, ( Read more... )

In the past six months I've been deleted. Multiple times. Wiped, so it would seem, from the hard drive of another person's life as though I were that MP3 track they had to have on an impulse but then realized wasn't worth taking up space. And, to be honest, I've done the same thing to others ( Read more... )

My apologies for this annual write-up being very overdue but it's still 2013 so I think I am coming in with time to spare ( Read more... )

Oh to be this fool for you is all I could ever ask. It is all I could ever want. To see you dance to the music you just told me you don't particularly like but to find it's beat and move in your way with a smile. To watch you down those whiskeys, to see your inhibitions fall, to watch you kiss the guy next to you, to kiss you moments after, and ( Read more... )

As part of an ongoing effort to merge my onstage storytelling with writing I am once again doing a written version of the story I hope to tell tonight at Portland's monthly Moth Story Slams, on the theme of "Home".

Here is a variation on what I am hoping to share and tell tonight.

"Home"When I went away to college from the East Bay Area of San ( Read more... )