I’ve decided to take on a preposterous challenge. I will write about a D’Angelo song every day. Or, at least, most days. Or, at least, some days. To be honest, I don’t know where I got the idea to do this. I’m just the kind of guy who comes up with cool ideas like this … Continue reading D’Angelo Verilli / “Spanish Joint”
Arrrrrrrrr! Billy! Look to the western horizon! See there! A glorious stag! Wait, how's that? Wh....Oooooh I see him now! Majestic! Aye, Bobby! Silhouetted against the fading crimson light, crepuscular and regal, a beast the likes of which thine eyes have ever partaken! Now to fell the stag and set about murdering yonder upstream sportsman!
You do not want to walk a mile in my shoes. A few years back I saw Uncle Rick wearing a handsome pair of camp mocs. I said, "Hot damn. What a fine pair of camp mocs. Russells, right?" "Afraid not, dear nephew," said Rick. "Russell isn't what it used to be. These are L.L. … Continue reading Nothing Left To Believe In, Part 1: Russell Moccasin
“I, too, drive a Subaru.” That this is not Subaru’s tagline strikes me as egregious. It’s 1:38 p.m. Saturday, March 7, 2020. Kalaloch Lodge, Washington. The sun has come out and it’s turned the ocean foam bright white. In the last hour I’ve watched three Subarus pull in. And one Tesla. I am in Cabin … Continue reading Travels With Suki
He was James Andrew. I am Andrew James. Today is my dad’s birthday. I struggled for a minute with how to write that sentence, wondering whether it should be past tense. Today “was” my dad’s birthday? No. He’s gone, but this day is still here, and it is still the day he was born. Writing … Continue reading February 24, 2020
I think we can all agree that “surreal” is an overused word. On the other hand, it’s often the only word that fits. Like now. I’ve been dozing on and off during this flight from Chicago to Seattle. (I hope I’m not snoring; I am now a snorer, I’m told.) Anyway, the surreal part is … Continue reading The Slower Rush
It’s 9:34 p.m., Pacific Standard Time, February 13, 2020. I think that means the new Tame Impala record has been digitally available for 34 minutes. And there it is! With the efficiency of a microwaved burrito! OK. I’ve got some ice cream from Molly Moon's. Molly Moon's used to be The Shit — until Salt and … Continue reading The Slow Rush
Lately I’m spending more and more time with objects from my family’s past. I have some beauties: my great grandpa’s razors, his money clip, his pipe collection, his Navy sea bag from WWI. I have a sleeve of shuttlecocks of unknown provenance, but certainly from my family, probably from Aunt Arleen, the amateur champion golfer … Continue reading Dilapidations of Time