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…
Had a new realization today about one of my favorite lines of poetry: In the shadow of bluffs I came back to myself,To the real…
Every kid grows up thinking they’ll be a star. It seems inevitable when you’re coming up, when all the parents clap wildly after the school…
John William’s Stoner is one of the best novels that you’ve never read, probably never even heard of. It tracks the career of a farmboy…
I’m back on a diet. It happens to me every few years, when I groggily step on the dusty, cobwebbed scale after my morning ablutions…
In 2018, I became a fan of Johnny Marr. It only took thirty years. Three decades after dubbing my buddy’s Queen Is Dead cassette, after…
Dug into a new little book recently, Your Music And People: Creative and Considerate Fame, by Derek Sivers. You may or may not know his…
Let me introduce you to my new friend: Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art. Short book. Easy Read. Steven Pressfield is a screen-writer and novelist,…