I go to a tequila bartonight, not for tequila, but for food, in part because it’s right behind the liquor store, where I reallywant to go, but also becauseI need something to eat. No kitchen. Everything on the food menu is preparedhere inside of an air fryer.I can easily go elsewhere,elsewhere, but for convenienceand economicsContinue reading “#592: A is for Arooj Aftab”
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#591: A is for AC/DC
Bon Scott died about six monthsafter the release of Highway to Hell. I was fifteen years old. I loved him, his weirdness, his humor: I loved it when he pretended to keel over at the end of “ShotDown in Flames,” and I loved his rock-uncharacteristic nod to Mork and Mindy at the end of “NightContinue reading “#591: A is for AC/DC”
I’m Going to Listen to Everything, Redux
Nearly 100 poems ago, I wrote about the desire to listen to every record in my collection from A-Z. This is a bit of a pattern for me, as, more than twelve years ago now, I made a similar claim about my CD collection, that I would like to listen to at least a singleContinue reading “I’m Going to Listen to Everything, Redux”
#590: The Seldom Seen Kid, Redux (a song by Elbow)
I wrote a poem in April of 2024, about one of my favorite Elbow songs,a kind of music ekphrastic, an ode, or, a lyric explication disguised in verse, an exploration of a piece of music that moves me, mysteriously and profoundly, to the point where,even though I was not surewhat the song was about, attemptingContinue reading “#590: The Seldom Seen Kid, Redux (a song by Elbow)”
#587: A musician of a certain age. . .
. . . sits on his drum throne and bends overto tighten the floor tom legs and the agonyis immediate. He’s not sure if he hears an actual crack or if the pain synapses inhis brain are exploding his auditory nerves. What is most likely is that the pain hascaused him to yell. He’s settingContinue reading “#587: A musician of a certain age. . .”
Girls, Girls, Girls
I’m just going to begin by making a few observations concerning girls in music. The first three albums I purchased in 2025 were all records made by female artists, Laufey’s Bewitched, Aurora’s What Happened to the Heart, and the debut album from The Last Dinner Party, Prelude to Ecstasy. I didn’t watch the Grammy AwardsContinue reading “Girls, Girls, Girls”
On the Thirtieth Day of 2025…
…I’m thinking about having watched the Björk concert last night on Apple TV. Filmed, I think, within the last year, it was a live performance of mostly material from her Utopia album, the album preceding her most recent project, Fossora. It was a fascinating experience, and while it was not entirely pleasant, I could notContinue reading “On the Thirtieth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-fifth Day of 2025…
…I got so tired of pulling up my pants so they didn’t fall off my ass, I bought a belt today. It’s not like I haven’t had one all this time. I had one, all right, until my son stole it from me and moved to SoCal. And, while that might be a funny placeContinue reading “On the Twenty-fifth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-fourth Day of 2025…
…I sat for meditation for a seventh consecutive day. And then the rest of the day is a little bit of a blur, not because it was especially busy, but rather, because it was not busy, to the point where only three things are memorable about the day: 1. the aforementioned meditation streak, 2. theContinue reading “On the Twenty-fourth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-third Day of 2025…
…I entered a song I wrote with Adam, my Project MA partner, into a contest for songwriters over the age of 50 sponsored by an organization called Talent Is Timeless. I only know about this organization because somehow (o mystery of mysteries) I started seeing their ads in my social media feeds. Now, I couldContinue reading “On the Twenty-third Day of 2025…”
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