On Spirituality: A Letter to a Loved One
If you know me, you know I’m relentlessly passionate on certain topics. If you don’t know me, but follow me on Twitter or friend me on Facebook, well, you know I’m...
View ArticleOn World B. Free & Why You Should Be a Reader
No matter the disappointment, no matter the ridicule & rage, you’ll thank me for what I pass to you – this losing record, that last second folly, the endless blooper reel...
View ArticleOn the Funeral Song: An Unexpected Goodbye
Play your life backwards as you would an old vinyl record & perhaps you’ll hear a hidden meaning. Premonitions. Timelines. Lost opportunities & endless regrets. I last...
View ArticleOn Daydreams and Nightmares
I avoid sleep. I run from it as if it holds a knife because, in a way, it does. It’s where fears comingle with regrets, where failures meet insecurities. It’s where nostalgia...
View ArticleBSidesNarrative Best of ’12 Playlist
There was no anthem this year. Music in 2012 was a year of unexpected movements and sloppy transitions, retro nostalgia-inducing synth-pop and shoegazing beach disco, fuck-with-your-head folk and...
View ArticleOn Moving On
That moment, it changes you. Not like those other big events, a first kiss, that broken bone, a high school graduation, the ‘stay in bed for weeks’ breakup. This moment, it’s different. It sends you...
View ArticleOn the Wonder of Life
It was late in the year of the fog, first spring after 9/11, those days of ER visits, of endless Xanax and chain-smoking. The unemployed era, when I stared at a blinking cursor, hour after hour,...
View ArticleBSidesNarrative Best of ’13 Playlist
Everything changes. 2013 was a year of transition: retro, a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Dance floor disco, wall-of-noise dream pop, and a splash of shoegazing post-rock. 80’s...
View ArticleBSidesNarrative Best of ’14
2014 was the year of reimagining: throwbacks, remixes, dubs, even a few homages to gone-too-soon geniuses, Arthur Russell and Jason Molina. There’s a little bit of everything here: 50’s bubblegum pop...
View ArticleThose January Blues
Five years on and I grapple more with the month of January than I do her death. It’s PTSD, or something like it, and the very moment midnight hits on New Year’s Eve I expect all rights to go wrong:...
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