Thursday, December 27, 2018

The End of an Era, Indeed

                                                                          (photo courtesy of epagaFOTO)

            April will mark 19 years that I have been back in Kansas City, and to be fair, use of the word “back” there is not geographically honest.

            I bounced around a bit in my youth and any previous area dwellings were all on the Kansas side, but the far reaches of the city that go north, span east, trickle west, and run south are all rooted in this great, great city of ours. It’s not better. It’s not the best. It is not bad and it is certainly not good. Kansas City is a great city for more reasons than I care to list and you care to read. It’s home to many, a lot of whom don’t live here anymore.

            I was once one of those and just as I was gone long enough to start feeling like my new home was home, I was called back to the City of Fountains, the Paris of the Plains.

Saturday, September 29, 2018

The Man Outside the Window

the man outside the window
standing in the rain
with his shorts, orange wand

can't see the lush green land
that drops into the river.

the illuminated sign
confirms anxiety,
once more beckons change,
instills hope along with a vision
of the next offspring embrace.

how many promises,
how many pressures,
how many propositions
earn a tally mark
that suggest fulfillment?

the Sap in The Jar of Flies
sends peculiar messages.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

But Anyway...WTF

            I decided I would write a blog post this morning.

            It’s been 16 months since I last wrote one but that’s not why I decided to write one.

            I decided to write one because of Marc Maron, actually, and I was thinking about Marc Maron because I was on his “WTF” Web site trying to see how deep the archives went. I was in that place looking for an episode he’s supposedly done with Carlos Mencia and I was there because Demitri Martin’s Wikipedia page suggested Carlos Mencia’s Wikipedia page to me and I was on Demitri Martin’s Wikipedia page because I’d just watched his new Netflix special.

            Sixteen months ago I wrote about the passing of Chris Cornell and prior to that I hadn’t written since Donald Trump had been elected president of the United States.

            This is probably all trivial and boring to you, but I’m writing for myself this morning.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

It Does in Fact Seem Like Too Much Love is Never Enough

            All of these years later, I will still give you $100 if you can hit the high notes of “Say Hello 2 Heaven.” You have to do the notes justice and you have to do it on video, but…free money, people.

More on that in a minute.

The first time I saw the word “Soundgarden” it was on -- as Shelly Marcone said in The Last Boy Scout -- “a very enlightened place”: Angela Kircher’s ass.

(photographic re-enactment)

            The word, emblazoned in black Marks-a-Lot across the seat of a cutoff jean-shorts, not only served as the first time I would set eyes on the band’s name, but the act of inscribing (done by her older sister, Mary Susan), far pre-dated any fabricated clothing that would boast “pink” or “juicy.”

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

A Big, Fat, Furious American Finger

          When writing, I try to avoid four things in general: use of "I," adverbs, passive verbs, and profanity.

          On this historic day in America, all bets are off (Note: See? I just ended a sentence with a preposition.).

            The struggle on 65th Terrace has never been realer.

            I left the house at 3:30 this morning to get coffee and the two camps in my mind kept lobbying. Write nice, said one. Remain an optimist.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Untimely Reviews: Phish, Big Boat

            Phish extends their studio-album-producing run to an impressive 27 years today by releasing Big Boat, their 13th record, and what a fascinating mix this baker’s dozen of LPs comprises.

            Fan staples that almost begin and end with the group’s first four productions have stood more than the test of time; they define the outfit’s roots and serve as the diehards’ safety net.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

One Thousand Gratitudes, Part XL: 25-1

So here it is...

...installment 40 of a 40-piece series.

Ten months, 296 pages, and 127,358 words later, the thing is complete.

This project has been so many things: fun, hard work, eye-opening, redundant at times, and perhaps a touch self-serving and narcissistic.

I hope to keep the bigger-picture meaning of it in mind the next time I feel frustrated about something, and I hope it has, from time to time, been fun to read.

I definitely enjoyed writing it.

One Thousand Gratitudes, Part XXXIX: 50-26

A strange thing occurred in the final run of this series: I finished writing it and then didn't have time to edit the last two pieces and get them posted.

Guess that's how it goes, though.

Anyway, here's the second to last and the last will follow right after it.

Thank you for reading.