Tied Hands / Past, Present & Future Credits: Past, Present & Future performed by: Ranapana (courtesy of DL;BR) Vocals on Past, Present &...

The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past. The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys, laughing girls and teasing...

8:10 AM. End of the year giddiness, and a reversion back to the mean of childhood. The thrill of the lack of responsibility as workdays...

9:24 AM, Sunday November 17. Falling back out of shape after an abbreviated run at running. The pudge on my face is returning just in...

Sunday Nov 10, 9:44 AM. Late morning. Stayed in bed, scrolling on this object that I have grown to hate in my worsening digital eye...

Sunday, November 3. 8:46am (feels like 9:46am) I voted on Thursday. Won't say for who, but if you know me at all you can probably guess....

8:23AM Sunday At the desk early this morning. The dehumidifier hit the full mark around 7, beeped red and pulled me out of sleep. Next...

Welcome to fall, where the air is spooky, the veil is thin, and properly gaunt music is essential. This season's playlist is a...

Sunday, October 13. 9:42AM. No one knows what they're doing, but some people do it anyway. Not my quote, but it's pretty much how I run...

Sunday, October 6, 2024. 9:40am. Time to shake the tree. Every day is a casino of email beeps, Slack pings, clingy new-notification dots...

Sunday, September 29. 2024. 8:39AM. I feel like Doogie Howser , except my keyboard is not as loud. Technology has come a long way. But my...

I've decided to keep trying this writing approach. Sort of a Marc Maron, stream-of-consciousness, top of mind monologue of anything goes...

My long-awaited re-entry into long distance running has unfortunately come to an unexpected end. Or at least another long hiatus. I used...

Today, a collection of this and that, a chop suey of unlinked thoughts in the vein of an Eno-esque swollen-appendices journal entry....

"It's a bit like speed dating," is how co-writing for sync was described. I'd show up to a home studio somewhere in Southern California....

No post today.

Welp, Aerosmith called it quits. Can't say I was ever a huge fan of the band, although Dream On is probably one song I'd begrudgingly...

...fuck. (Musician's edition.) Yes, I know there's already a book on the subject, but I've been collecting a ream of quotes from artists...

There was always something out there, between all the shows and the lights and the people. A big empty. It's a feeling as much as a...

I am literally on the last paragraphs of this six-year journey that has been my book, and I've got a slew of waiting projects hammering...