Mellow My Mind Or, A Lesson in Life Imitating Art
Sean MurphyCheck this out. i. Baby mellow my mind, Make me feel like a Schoolboy on good time… Summer 1989: I was that guy. Like many other lost causes, I decided…
Writing and Marketing Books in the Digital Age: Part 2
More from the aforementioned blog post: Flash forward to 2013: I am releasing my first book this month, deciding, like so many musicians and, recently, writers, to go the independent…
Writing and Marketing Books in the Digital Age: Part 1
I talked in some detail about the process (before, during, after) of seeing a memoir go from PC to the public eye, in this post. This spring, I had the…
Streaming Services: Savior or Disruption? (Revisited)
Last week I had the opportunity to speak with good friend and industry veteran Jason Herskowitz (more about him HERE). In my capacity as an industry analyst at the Consumer…
End of Summer (Camp) with a Bat, a Cat and a Clown (Revisited)
It is an inexorable, if lamentable rite of passage to revisit cultural mementos from one's childhood and discover that, to an adult's eyes, they are lacking. But then, "putting away…
The Once and Future King: ‘SMiLE’ and Brian Wilson’s Very American Dream
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Icarus soars too close to the sun. Othello, vulnerable and halfway crazy, mistakenly trusts the evil Iago. The product of a celebrated…
God Is Dead (Again): Remembering Stevie Ray Vaughan
Twenty-four years ago today. First day of classes, junior year. Standing in the bathroom with too much shaving cream and not enough whiskers, getting geared up for another semester of…
Sanctuary
I visited my mother’s grave the first several years for the same reason I used to attend church: it was expected, it was meant to make me feel better, it…
Art and Life (Two Years Later)
(2003) Every so often I can’t help hoping that there will be a knock on my door and when I open it, who is there but my sexy soul mate,…
For My Mother on Her Birthday
I’m scared, I said. “It’s okay,” she said. “You know I’ll never leave you, right? I would never leave this place without you.” How many times did she tell me…