Bike that extra ten or twenty miles outside of town, hike a few clicks past the end of the trail map, and suddenly necessity kicks…
Author: Grant Wentzel
Reared, as I was, ’round the Great Lakes and the scrambling coal-seamed crags of top-most Appalachia, I always thought that the notion of seasonal equality…
“You ain’t worth shit until you’ve played 500 shows!” Such was the opinion of my buddy’s ex-manager. My pal took some time off from college…
Traveling’s gotten easier. With a clean shirt and a credit card the world is yours. I’d recommend a pair of dress-up/dress-down boots and mid-weight jacket…
By the time The Red Hot Chili Peppers hit the stage, we were whooped. We’d already moshed to Ministry, hollered back at Ice Cube, tuned…
When I was in high school I drove past a guy with a ten-foot wooden cross hooked over his shoulder. He was tramping north along…
Knocking around odd-ball shops near Golden Gate Park I spied a copy of Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. “I’ve never read that,” I said to my…
I might have read The Pilgrim’s Progress before. There is evidence that points in this direction. Snug it sat there in my bookcase, my dilettante’s…
There was a brief window in my life, when I was about 26 or 27, when I considered myself to be a professional musician. Not…
There was a girl in my freshman class that ended things. I only knew of her demise third-hand. She’d transferred abroad by then, and it…