Enjoy these songs – all earworms that are triggered repeatedly by my life in Madagascar since I arrived.
Enjoy these songs – all earworms that are triggered repeatedly by my life in Madagascar since I arrived.
A 1998 first-class upgrade: Heineken, cricket predictions, a racially-anxious seatmate and the musical gem ‘Strawberries’ by Hugh Masekela.
Nirvana played the Sun Club in 1989, the same year that my band, Jumping Genes, played there.
Just thinking about plinking awakens some repressed power fantasies.
I was potty training. He made that step stool for me so I could stand in front of the toilet and clear the rim.
Lamenting the loss of civil neighborly communication on our society, I volunteer to trespass.
Learning the art of bullshit detection requires contact with bullshit artists. This is a tribute to those who honed our skills.
A song about consensual sex between adults, one of whom is a female professional school bus driver. Home recording.
A car with “BCIVL” on the license plate. So uppity.
Ah, the small victories in memory lapses, such as forgetting the name of your rival high school.
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