…Do you know the story of your own name? Mine is a tale of the ocean, bliss, and wanderlust…
Category Archive: from the attic
…There is an energy here of the living. Like the buzzing activity of a bus station…
…I got down on all fours and tore a little corner of the wrapping, on the backside so it wouldn’t be evident…
“We’re right next to the speaker. Sure you don’t want earplugs?”
ME: “No way! This is awesome!”
…Can a record be pressed with a message that will only be delivered decades later?…
…Yes, I do love me some ‘Sad Bastard Music’ once in awhile. And this is my Sgt. Pepper of the genre…
…Find it within yourself to get up today, and this week, and fucking rock again…
…believe in your ability to manifest a stack of used records…
Did I go to swimming lessons as a kid? Karate? Piano? No. We were poor. I went to the damn Batcave…
… It was the late 1990s and I was a junkie in need of an intervention…
…I yearn to be cool in a way that those girls who wear jean jackets with those feathers clipped onto them are attracted to…
…dancing around the living room and trying to get my Japanese-Canadian Mom to get up and join him. Unsuccessfully…