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Two famous songs with Georgia in them plus one I really like. “Why do bad things happen to good people?” “Well, kid, they have to happen to someone, right? I mean all the shitty things that ha...
Fuzzy, was he?
A friend asked me the other day how I manage to stay so composed. Initially I was going to snort; I don’t stay very composed. I guess I do present composure. I mean 99 percent of y’all only know ...
Exs and yiddish and a good man
I think I’ve mentioned Sunny more in the last few weeks than the last year. Her father died yesterday, he’d been dying for a while. The last SMS conversation we had she was anti-social and I was ...
Coming in like a lion
On Monday and Tuesday of this week I took pictures out the front door of this house. I had put the garbag can, your standard big ass garbage can of this day and age, designed to be lifted by a sm...
Side saddle on the golden calf
About a decade ago my ex wife got into an online argument with some anonymous woman on facebook for leaving a simple on word note on some shit or other I had posted. The word; Awesome. Sunny lit ...
Swimming in a fishbowl
Ok, so I’ve been watching this show, a remake of an older TV show, and instead of saying it’s name and then declaring that I will never admit to watching it in public, I’m going to pretend this i...
And it's time time time
Sometimes I just spew my opinion onto these pages like a trick full of cheap bourbon in Hombre’s room of a border time meat market. This is different. Your don’t have to like the Rain Dogs alb...
How else does one get there from here
Traditionally there are four kinds of whisky. The differences between them — you either already know or don’t care, but it’s the type and amount of grain. Three are named after the country of ori...
Took my rider by my side
A few years back a team of sound engineers with love in their heart and methodical hands cleaned up all thirty nine Robert Johnson songs from the original recordings. In 1971 my father, may he r...
Snow falling on birch
I get nostalgic near the tail end of February. Of course the tail end of May, September and November too. I think a lot of people do, there’s something primal, instinctual, deep in the muscle mem...
The narrow road to the deep north
This song has nothing to do with nothing, I mean to me, if it does to you, I’m sorry, my intention was not to pick at that particular scab. I was thinking about the song today but mostly because...
From out the womb whence-ward
In a few hours I will officially be older than dirt. Well, topsoil, but, still … I dusted off a Waterford crystal Old Fashioned glass and poured three fingers (those would be horizontal fingers, ...
Yep, cold
When I woke up it was negative 13 degrees outside, with windchill negative 27. That’s cold. Here’s a reverse madlib, pick your favorite cuss word and then add it to this sentence “It’s colder tha...
Because you look just like a commie and you might just be a member
I read in rolling stones the other day that Detroit audiences are the greatest rock and roll audiences in the world. I said ‘Shit, I’ve known that for ten years’ — Bob Seegar 38 years ago damn n...
The direction
I woke up different this morning, different than how I normally wake up. It took time to piece together the who, the where and why of myself. It’s not something you think about very often; I mean...
Some Sunday
The best laid plans of mice and men — that’s right I had planned on spending the month in a cage eating cheese and learning to push the reward lever instead of the punishment lever, and maybe run...
Hamsters in the mist (the creamy salsa verde mist)
Two things I learned during a half hour of used television that I may or may not have napped through 40 percent of; There are multiple meanings of Panty Hamster, none of which have anything to d...
A soft rant, 100 percent organic and unedited
Sometimes I brag that I know a little bit about a lot of things. It’s not meant to be a boast; it’s true. It’s also a handicap, and, as it implies, I don’t know a lot about anything. That’s not e...
Sex Crime 1984(for the love of big brother)
A few weeks ago I was lying in bed with two of my favorite mammals, one of whom was giggling at my commentary on the news; the other was licking his tail. It was early on in the Sony Hack Story, ...
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home
Yes. I have been listening to old Steve Winwood, why do you ask? The year is young and my entries paltry but two, now, have early Winwood titles. He was just a kid when he sang with the Spencer D...
Object lesson
Perhaps I’m best as a blogging object lesson; don’t think too tight or type too loose. I’m not sure what that means exactly but I’m dang sure that’s the object lesson. If I was just keeping a dai...
... And your head is spinning from a load guitar
Five degrees this morning; makes the snow stingy, tight little balled up fists instead of fat flaky cotton candy snow. It’s going to get colder. Road wise I’m glad to be a Michigander among Michi...
Howling (TMBG)
Baby please don't go
Before I be your dog … So I left my body on the other side They’re on a first name basis with the saints inside ‘em
Touching Base
So, see, it was like this; I was out of town for a few days. I’m not exactly sure how to explain. First imagine a sort of luxury vacation home, with a Jacuzzi and doublew shower heads in the mast...
Book Description
Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”
