Help Me. It’s My Father.
The difference between my wife and I dressing our daughter, is that when I do it strangers say things like “what a nice little fellow” “who’s a good boy?”
The difference between my wife and I dressing our daughter, is that when I do it strangers say things like “what a nice little fellow” “who’s a good boy?”
There was a time when I felt big unique admiration for the Mahavishnu Orchestra, or Dory Previn or Otis Spann but nowadays I’m energized by this guy. Even made the […]
Dear blog readers. Though spectacular good fortune came to me last night in the form of the email below, I have decided instead that others are more deserving of […]
Went to the bank (credit union actually) and while waiting had to pee. Have used the bathroom there many times. Asked the teller if I could use it, it’s upstairs […]
Eugene Chadbourne is many things but protest singer songwriter isn’t the first thing people think of. Most know him for the velocity of his guitar playing, I asked him once […]
a sociopath who doesn’t give a shit about creating pain and hardship
I first learned about Wilbur Sargunaraj from Anand Rajaram and later saw him perform at Anand’s wedding. Wilbur is the most first class of first class artists out there. CLICK […]
If you are any good people will get it. If you are phoney they’ll get that too.
one day the little girl will hold my hand and my animated self will exhale a last breath presently I sit putting her to sleep holding her hand as she […]
there is something so satisfying about this.