Just drink the coffee.
From a bartender’s perspective, you’ll never beat John Prine, and although I’m a songwriter, a singer and a storyteller as well, I think the shit-bar matriarch’s point of view is the one Mr. Prine might have enjoyed the most from me, had I ever had the fortune to meet him. Trade secret: she who rules … Continue reading To John Prine, With Love From a Bartender
Yesterday, my social media feed became a solidified wall of Kobe Bryant. From shares and reshares of news stories to personal testimonies about the inspiring, heroic nature of the athlete who perished alongside his daughter Gianna in a helicopter accident Sunday morning. Lost also were John, Keri, and Alyssa Altobelli; Christina Mauser; Sarah and Payton … Continue reading Kobe Bryant and Getting Triggered
I feel betrayed by Madonna. Once the Rebel Queen of the Wild Girl Tribe, she has tapped the last nail in the coffin of my love. This week's news—that she cancelled on fans two hours before a show on account of wear-and-tear type injuries with no offer of singing sans the dance—killed it. As I … Continue reading Falling Out of Love With Madge: A Timeline
Today I cleaned off my desk. Yes, I shifted some of the junk—the loose change, un-cased DVDs, bracelets, mystery toothbrush—to my bed , but I have a space to sit down and write again, and that's more important than presenting a non-eyebrow-raising sleeping place right now. I've been on sabbatical, off in the world doing … Continue reading Up For Air
45 minutes into Paul McCartney’s set, I still don’t understand his body language. He’s the calmest performer I’ve ever seen. No jitters—or if they’re there, he’s buried them in affectations of confidence that never approach ego—and I keep thinking, “Boyish. He’s 75, and he’s boyish.” Why would he be nervous, though? He’s a Beatle, the … Continue reading Fools On a Hill: Paul McCartney Live in Tiny Park
There are a lot of photographs of Guns n’ Roses out there, a lot of promotional shots and video stills, and while I always liked those slicked up images, I prefer the one above. It appears impromptu, unpolished. Post-gig sweaty. Duff McKagan looks like he was just nose-first in a mountain of cocaine, and he … Continue reading The People That Can Find Whatever You May Need
Coffee or Suicide 