My friend Moses asked me to find him an American wife. I (eventually) wrote a song about it.
Tag: Music
I brought a bass guitar with me to Madagascar. In part because there is a wanna-be ethnomusicologist inside of me who wants to explore Madagascar’s musical traditions in the baritone, tenor, and alto musical registers. But …
I’ve caught earworms and I don’t think there’s anything in my medical kit to take care of them. Two songs keep running through my head here in Madagascar:
In 1998, through some twist of fate, I was given a free upgrade to first class on a flight from Washington DC to Cape Town. That’s about a 23-hour flight; exactly the kind of flight where …
I’m on another running kick, three or four times a week with the dog. It seems to be the only time I can really listen to music. I’ve always found that doing something physical and not-quite-mindless …
Kurt Cobain committed suicide 20 years ago. Only five years before that Nirvana was an obscure band touring and playing in dive bars such as The Sun Club in Tempe.
From here in my home office this radio only picks up KAFF Country. This radio belonged to my grandfather. It stayed in the family thanks to my recently deceased Aunt Lynne. It still works thanks to …
A song about a bored kid wanting to be entertained.
The incident described in this song is based on my reaction to a fellow I saw as I was leaving Ulibarri’s Barber Shop in downtown Flagstaff one day in the summer of 2009.
Here’s another one that I wrote with Ronwhistle a long long time ago. Learning the art of bullshit detection requires contact with bullshit artists. This is a tribute to those who honed our skills.