Pop Music Failure (or, A Step in the Wrong Direction)

I am declaring an impromptu Domestic Violence awareness moment. We apparently need it. Whoa. Stop. Time Out. Did M just lay that one out there? Yes, yes I did. This is ignited by pop music. It’s all over the radio right now, so something must be going on, right? In the middle of the afternoon [...]

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Rebirth (or, Calling on Historic Times)

Periodically, we humans recycle things. I’m not talking about the daily paper and plastic sorting we do; rather, I am talking about much larger things. Fashion, for example, is an observable recycling effort. Remember those acid wash Guess jeans, circa 1987? Dig them out of storage because  you can get a few more miles out [...]

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Discography, II (or, The Soul of a Love Letter)

My dearest darling: Somehow I find myself yearning to set fire to the rain. Every ember inside of me, this blazing pyre of passion, is the sweetest taboo. When I think about you, the sun shines brighter, the hawk flies higher, and through the gentle rustling leaves is the sound of love. Is it a [...]

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Discography (or, a Hair Piece)

Hello America! Today, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout love. Today, I want action. That’s it.  Action! Not words! I’m livin’ on the edge, like it’s one wild night after another. I will rock and roll all night and shout at the Devil, if I want, and you can’t stop me. These days aren’t what they used [...]

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Volume

My Dad likes to listen to his music loud. I mean really loud. In fact, he blew out a set of speakers this winter that were all but guaranteed not to blow. It drives me nuts. I like to enjoy music, but I also like to hear myself think, and the only thumping in my [...]

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