First gig

A sudden chorus of whoops and yibbles burst from a kind of juke box at the far end of the room. Everybody quit talking. The bartender tiptoed back, with the drinks. “What’s happening?” Oedipa whispered. “That’s by Stockhausen,” the hip graybeard informed her, “the early crowd tends to dig your Radio Cologne sound. Later on […]

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Tracings

Maybe it’s the short solstice-adjacent days that darken my mood. Or maybe the holiday weather in Manitoba that’s colder than the north or south poles, or parts of Mars. Or staggering around my mother’s house, missing a father with whom I enjoyed my final fun memories this time last year. Whatever… some welcome space for […]

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Rambles

Shortly after Charles Manson died, a couple droll Tweets by Kaleb Horton crossed my feed: They hit me as funny enough to check out Horton’s The Last Exit Show podcast, and I was not disappointed that the most recent episode opened with a monologue that carried on the Mike Love bashing with a certain élan. […]

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In the web: spider or moth?

I have had a couple months to settle into the more operational role I outlined in my previous post. It has gone much as expected… A typical day weaves together sensations of satisfaction, frustration, hope, fatalism, learning, failure, anxiety… I’m not throwing any pity parties. In the grand scheme, I am in a good place. […]

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