I clutch this shiny with both hands and flutter back to my crow’s nest where the bill gets carefully pinned to the Great Board in my brain at the business end of a length of bright red yarn and circled twice: THIS. MEANS. SOMETHING.Read more "Shades of Close Encounters: Mashed Potato Mountains and the Tears of Richard Dreyfuss"
The past is dissolving before me like a sand castle on a darkstar Sunday morning; once proud towers of prowess and eternal youth sliding back into the marching sea against the backdrop of fresh ocean air.Read more "Wedged Between the Here and the Now"
Our story begins at 30,000 feet aboard an EMB-145 commuter jet piercing heavy fog and moving north in a hurry. No lights are visible from below. We might as well be flying through a bowl of chowder.Read more "I Can’t Believe It’s Not Oxygen"
Now departing ORF, settling in for another long flight; headphones in, listening to Godspeed You! Black Emperor. The music mingles with the safety brief; two currents of information align, creating another layer of story and adding to the already complex sound.Read more "1,506,041,023"
Standing outside my converted warehouse apartment at the edge of the river, waiting for a cab to take me to the airport. When it arrives, the ass end of the van is caked with carbon.Read more "The Now now."
I spent eight years on an orbiting penal colony. Obviously, I did something wrong to deserve my punishment, but my crimes are not important here.Read more "YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
This house in Columbus, Ohio, was the first place I ever heard Frank Zappa. It was 1984.Read more "Like tears in rain"