Friday I slept until after eight. I've done that maybe twice in ten years. I'm up at 5:30 every day, not because anyone makes me — I like it, it's the quietest part of the day and it belongs to me. But Friday I woke up at some point, looked at the clock, and went … Continue reading Eight O’clock
A few weeks ago I was standing at the stove making my son's eggs. I'd already fixed my wife's breakfast and she was sitting there eating it, doing something on her phone, not paying any attention to me. I stopped cooking and just watched her. My son looked over. "Dad, what are you grinning at?" … Continue reading Falling More
I set out to write an angry song. The idea was a defiance anthem. When hard weather comes for you, you've got two options — you can be a candle the wind puts out, or you can be the thing the wind feeds until it's a firestorm nobody can stop. That was the whole concept, … Continue reading The Song Came Out Wrong
In my mid-twenties I was the office manager at an insurance adjustment firm, which is a title that meant almost nothing. What I actually did was accounts receivable and accounts payable, and errands, and whatever anyone needed, and on some days taking care of the dog. Ten dollars an hour. The owner smoked cigars at … Continue reading Ten Cents
Several years back, I had a tape recorder in the passenger seat. Not for anything important. Song ideas, mostly — I'd get a melody or a line while driving and reach over and hit record and sing it at the windshield. Later there was a little handheld one, and after that an MP3 recorder. Same habit, … Continue reading Out of Tune
