Memorial Day 2018
I always start from the premise that it’s important to remember why we even have a holiday called Memorial Day.
So, as I’ve been doing for decades now, I’ll turn out early on Monday to watch the parade and remember that our freedoms Continue reading
“What’s in a name?,” the Bard rightly asked.
It’s a question I’ve been pondering once again as I’ve become obsessed with another: Could pop music even exist without songs simply titled by a girl’s name?
There’s no reason they’re required, though. The number of songs about a generic girl dwarfs the Continue reading
Labor Day 2017
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And so another summer comes to an end. Around here, the weather gods have jumped early into autumn (58 degrees when I awoke) even as Houston starts to rebuild from a hurricane. September can be puzzling in a continent-spanning country. Continue reading
Memorial Day 2017
Rituals are important, they remind us of what is not trivial. So while there will be plenty of sales and BBQs this weekend there will also be parades and moments of remembrance. That’s appropriate given why we have Memorial Day in the first place.
Unofficially, it’s also the start of summer. Last year I kicked off the season with a baker’s half-dozen of Continue reading
Music gets me through the day and I can be a bit fascistic, especially when it comes to breadth. My kids don’t even get much TV since I think the radio is a better alternative. And the station they listen to most often is WBGO, the jazz station hereabouts.
I might be the most improbable person to listen to jazz since, in musical terms, I don’t know what I’m listening to. I just followed Continue reading
Little pink houses have been known to come with built-in bullshit detectors.
We come from garageland….
Roget, were he alive, might be persuaded to list authentic as a synonym of garage.
That thought occurred to me this week as I crisscrossed the back roads of LSD. Prompted, as I often am, by a particular song I realized that there is one genre that Continue reading
Comes the middle of August, when the days are noticeably shorter and the light is longer and yellower, I yearn for the beach. With the water at its warmest and the crowds beginning to thin there’s no better place to be.
Maybe next year I’ll kick summer off with music. This year, I was set to thinking by a Mark Spitz post on Salon. Spitz has a late summer ritual built around a Continue reading