I recorded a cover of U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” as a part of an acoustic songwriter’s showcase challenge and thought that I’d share it here, for any interested parties. It was recorded live, using a Zoom H4n recorder and my Collings D1 guitar. Please forgive the background noise toward the end- my neighbor decided to bang around a bit. So it goes. Visit Soundcloud if you’d like to download it (it’s free!).
I have an entire cupboard FILLED with my first two albums- which is totally untenable for this minimalist. So, I’m giving away copies. However many you like, to wherever you want- just cover postage. Message or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for details, etc.
Don’t use words too big for the subject. Don’t say ‘infinitely’ when you mean ‘very'; otherwise you’ll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite. – C.S. Lewis Let me first acknowledge that I understand I am alone. I know, deeply and without doubt, that I am the only one who feels this way and, if I am not, then those who would also say what I am about to have been remarkably circumspect and […]
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My grandmother looks like the storybook version of Mrs. Claus. Short, squat and more cherubic than any adult has any right to be, she has white hair permed into tight curls and cheeks so pink that she has never had to know what rouge is. My grandfather, on the other hand, is every stereotype of an old codger that has ever been. His shoulder stoop, his feet shuffle, his belly droops and the lenses of his glasses may as well […]
“So what do you think? Is one a better fit than the other?” I plop my napkin beside my plate. After a salad, it was all I could do to finish half of my half of the sandwich. “Let’s not talk about guys anymore. Let’s talk about a little dessert,” she holds up a menu, pointing to a picture of a swirly-stemmed cocktail glass filled with brownie bites that have been drizzled in caramel and topped with whipped cream. “Mol- […]
Friends and n’er-do-wells- In an effort to write for consumption each day, I’ve started #storygram (…perhaps “started” isn’t the right word- maybe “co-opted for my uses” is better?) on Twitter & Instagram. Monday through Friday, I’ll post a short story of 300 words or less as I continue to work on the larger projects that have been taking up my time as of late and preventing me from posting more regularly on this site (though I do intend to continue posting here). […]
Categories: Pithy Asides
Here is my earliest recollection of having my own taste in music: My biological father and I are driving through the desert in his Ford pickup truck that, as my memory recalls, is constantly in need of new spark plugs. I can barely see over the dashboard as we make our way to Durango, a town that I have never heard of, from where we live in Las Vegas. He is exuberantly pounding on the steering wheel in halfcocked rhythm. […]
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“‘Siseat taken?” I put a finger on the sentence I had been reading and look up to see a walrus wearing a baseball cap. The baseball cap bears the logo of an agricultural machinery company and the walrus is not actually a walrus, but only a very rude man. He tips his paper coffee cup at me and I think he is trying to smile, but he looks more like a mustachioed fat Elvis chewing a huge wad of gum. “It […]
Categories: Short Story
“Hi!” A heart shaped face smiles warmly at me as I pull my car up to the window. Led Zeppelin vibrates the walls of the small drive through. “What can I get for you today?” “May I trouble you for an iced Americano, please?” “Of course! No trouble at all! Room for cream?” “No, thanks.” “Sugar?” “No, thanks. But would you please put some honey in it for me?” “Sure thing!” The string bean of a barista flips the grinder and fills […]
You haven’t heard from me in a while. What began as minutes turned into days which, as they so often do, turned into weeks and months. It’s been months of no-tee-shirt-underneath-a-bad-wool-sweater-made-by-great-aunt-Erma uncomfortable, too. It’s not as though I haven’t thought about you. Of course I’ve thought of you. You’re all I’ve thought of. I daydream about you at work. I look for you on the street and around every corner. I dream about you and when I wake up, the […]