I used to work at the music information desk at Borders Books and Music. It wasn’t particularly glamorous, and mostly consisted of showing people where the "Now That’s What I Call Music” and American Idol winner CDs were. Despite the day-to-day banality, it was still probably my favorite job that I’ve ever had. I spent... Continue Reading →
I am a pretty lousy guitar player. I’ve learned to play a few songs, but I can’t really sing and play at the same time. I’ve taken lessons occasionally, but in the end, I just don’t play or practice enough to be of much use at all at it. I love it though, and whenever... Continue Reading →
The first time I listened to Trapper Schoepp's latest album, "Osborne," I was driving from Macedonia, Ohio, to Traverse City, Michigan, with a long stop in Moline for some emergency auto repairs. It was a long day traveling through unfamiliar country, going from sunshine in the morning to swirling snow in the evening. The combination... Continue Reading →
My best friend passed away suddenly two days after Christmas. This piece isn't really about that, but it should probably start there because otherwise, it's going to come in the middle, and that doesn't feel right. It would sound like a twist in the plot. His sudden death was the impetus for the whole story,... Continue Reading →
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