I don’t have a lot of friends. At least that’s the first thing I think about when the topic comes up in conversation. Then…the world burns down like it has been recently and I realize just how many people there are for whom I care so deeply…about whom I worry so much about…about whom I would fall apart if I found out something happened to them. I have a dear friend in Ohio who I met in high school. Our meeting was something out of a Douglas Coupland novel…just perfect in its tragic and ironic poetry. We lost touch for a time but reconnected. I haveRead More →

I didn’t like Nirvana in the early 90s. There, I said it. At that time in my life I was on a pretty strict diet of Beatles, Beach Boys, Elvis, British Invasion, Mamas and Papas, Doors, Tommy James, Motown…that stuff. There were a few modern bands I listened to but they weren’t “alternative.” Then, around 1994, I got turned on to Pearl Jam and that was that. A dear friend got me into them and the Breeders, Counting Crows, 10,000 Maniacs, the Breeders and my eyes were open to what I think is an era that rivals the 60s in terms of incredible output inRead More →