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The universe is so tightly wound. Everything follows rules as if machine-driven. Planets rotate, flowers bloom, dogs bark, ants scurry and predators eat minnows. Humanity moves through all of it […]

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Eli Strater sang old-time tunes. He never bothered thinking about the words, too busy moving his fingers up and down the strings. “Lyrics?” he laughed. “Just decorations. Like wallpaper.” But […]

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I ask the Lyft guy about his car. I always do. It’s a reflex at this point. I know the rough prices, the dealer choreography, the creative interpretations of larceny […]

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I recorded Kathryn Rose on my Swedish record. Still untitled but for now I call it The Lettuce Diaries: Scandinavian Edition IKEA. Kathryn is something else. A supernatural force wearing […]

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Clara Rowe lived in a cramped apartment above a bar that played loud music until three in the morning. Most nights the floor vibrated like a dying animal. She sat […]

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Almost every date for the Western Canada tours confirmed. Now we stare at the real puzzle. Where to sleep each night. A few dates come with hotels. Others are a […]

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Barry Blume had been in the music business long enough to turn hope into profit and talent into something you could skim. He cut corners the way some people bite […]

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A swarm of ideas breeding in those songs I started in Sweden. Like trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle while the pieces are melting, somehow still sounds beautiful once you […]

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In a small, sunlit room there lived a guitar named Maple. It was modest, warm in tone and slender in form, carved from a tree that had once stood alone […]

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At the accordion store I used the bathroom. Saw this on the wall, “How do you know a music lawyer’s telling the truth?Don’t worry it’s never come up.”