I meant to finish this ramble last month and never did. Sometime its feels like the words need to pressure cook before they come bursting out. Regardless, I’ve dated this ramble to the day that it first entered my mind. Enjoy!
I meant to finish this ramble last month and never did. Sometime its feels like the words need to pressure cook before they come bursting out. Regardless, I’ve dated this ramble to the day that it first entered my mind. Enjoy!
A long time ago, I was an aspiring, freelance music journalist. Well, I guess it’s not so long ago, but it feels like it. Read what happens when I pick up the pen and write about some music I have been listening to recently.
Just wanted you all to know that I’m still not over it. “Over what?” you may ask. It, man, it.
Well I had something to be said about recovering from Oregon Country Fair and feeling like a normal human being again.
And then Ozzy Osbourne passed.
I ramble about a band that starts with the letter G and why my answer is damn near infallible.
Honest question, is it weird to think that a documentary deserves a sequel?
This post is dedicated to my brother, Doji.
Did I write this because I’ve been listening to a lot of Annie Lennox? You’ll have to guess. I won’t tell.
This is not my usual casual ramble. This the second part detailing a playlist I started putting together four weeks ago, it is titled Music That Reminds Me To Dance.
This is not my usual casual ramble. This is a blog about a playlist I started putting together four weeks ago, it is titled Music That Reminds Me To Breathe.