This should be a good time. Hillary finally conceded and Our Guy could be seven months away from his inauguration.
And yet. And yet.
I am filled with an impending sense of dread and doom. Darth Vader music is playing in my head each time I think of what’s coming.
It’s not the idea of McCain taking office [...]
Or a few questions, at least. I’m curious about how you read (or hear) this song, performed last year by a 60-year-old singer generally regarded as the godmother of punk:
If you don’t know the song, check out the lyrics here. It closes out side one of the 1978 album Easter, which also included the top [...]
The first toy I can remember wanting really badly is, of course, one that I never got. This was back in the late ’70s, when the original Battlestar Galactica was my favorite show, Star Wars my favorite movie, and fighting in space with guns was by far the greatest joy imaginable. And so one evening [...]
They say you are who you are by the age of three. My grooves were formed to a Martin four-string guitar. I fetched the case, set it down gently and lifted the top without touching the instrument inside. Only my father could pick it up and sling the strap across his shoulders, resting the cherry wood curves [...]
Riding the Fung Wah bus from New York to Boston is cheap and more interesting than driving alone. Last week I found myself surrounded by the typical mix of ages, languages, food odors and fragments of music leaking from many earphones. I left my iPod in my bag, choosing instead to vaguely fill in a [...]