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 →
Some songs are written to convey the emotions of the writer, some were written to channel the emotions of the listener, some were meant to tell stories, and some were just meant to be there to be the perfect soundtrack to moments in our lives. Slow Ride by Foghat is the latter. It may have... Continue Reading →
On my birthday in 2022, I got three very memorable things: the coolest photo of me ever, my most listened to album of the year, and covid for the first time. Conveniently, I got all three in the same spot, The Theater of Living Arts in Philadelphia. I set out that night to see the... Continue Reading →
Today was the first really warm day of the year. Hitting 80 degrees on April 1st is not a great development, but for one brief moment, it felt perfect. After the bitter cold and snowier-than-normal winter, the feeling of driving with the window all the way down and the sun on my skin was perfect. ... 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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