David Bowie came to me in a dream last night and he asked me a very good question.Read More
It was 1983, and my sophomore year, and the Sony Walkman was as new a friend to the student, as it was an enemy of the teacher. Just before Spanish class, Marcy Norris – arguably the coolest girl in school – was rapt by the music in her headphones.
“What are you listening to?” I asked.
“The The,” she said, passing me the headphones, “Here, listen.”Read More
"So if there's a way for you to communicate to me from beyond, let's agree now on what that is, so I don't miss it."Read More
The hook didn't come out the other side. I knew exactly what was next.Read More
A country song I wrote with Mom.Read More
I pulled the car to the side of the road and kept writing, scrawling page after page.Read More