Analog Stuff

I was asked recently to talk briefly to my coworkers about “three obsessions.” I chose Bill Evans, “analog stuff,” and physics. “Analog Stuff” is a lazy bit of language, but I wasn’t sure how else to refer to a category that includes listening to music on vinyl versus digital; recording music on tape instead of … Continue reading Analog Stuff →

Homefish

If my geographical life were represented via pie chart, the largest slice would be labeled MIDWEST. I grew up in and around Green Bay; went to college in Marquette, MI; had stints in Milwaukee and Madison. But then there was that nine year stretch when I lived 2,200 miles away in Seattle and played at … Continue reading Homefish →

D’Angelo Verilli / “Spanish Joint”

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” →

Billy and Bobby

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!

Nothing Left To Believe In, Part 1: Russell Moccasin

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 →