Imagine you call a friend, just to see what’s up. You ask what she’s doing. She explains she’s sitting in a leather chair, sipping almond mocha coffee, jamming to this haunting tune by Chris Cornell. You’re envious, right? Now, put her in bumper to bumper traffic. You’re so glad you’re already at work, right? …
Dear Beck, Morning Phase is terrific. Thanks for making it! I enjoyed pirating it. I debated doing this. I had heard the same, stern lecture from labels, the law and lack-wit fans who told of taking food off the table of artists who live off shekels they make playing notes for a living. Then …
Always have a set of ransom demands. One, it forces you to grapple with life’s inequities and mysteries, to face the unseen-yet-apparent, to reveal how you view the world and, more importantly, how you’d right it. Two, you never know. Hence: Bring back the following words, in the following context: “swell,” as in ‘That’s great,’ …
Technically, this story contains spoilers to a show some unfortunate souls have yet to see. If so, read no further. However, in this Twiteration, any plot point not revealed 30 minutes after a show airs constitutes less a ‘spoiler’ than an ‘archaeological find.’ First, a firm and earnest caveat: I am perhaps the planet’s …
I daydreamed about American business today. I don’t usually. It’s ugly. Business is what we substitute for living in the animal kingdom, where most residents meet their fates by being eaten. So, too, in business. The race to the swift. The weak are devoured by the strong. Mercy is not in the equation. Except when …
Of all the romance languages, can anything touch music’s resonance? It’s weird familiarity and otherworld-liness? What is it, if not a language? One that resides somewhere in all of us, usually as receptor, but sometimes as that rare transmitter. And my god! the brilliance of those who can speak it. Even the burnouts and dummies. …
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here, that life exists, and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass “Am I doing the right thing?” Not before, nor since, have I asked …
I’ve never been big on ceremony, traditions and resolutions that kick off on a calendar date (though I am considering three New Year’s Resolutions: to take up smoking, gain a little weight and exercise absolute authority at the expense of others; it just takes willpower). But I’ve discovered one of my own. On Christmas …
How the Democrats actually won the mid-terms There has been so much braying among conservatives over the proclaimed takeover of government (led by Walrus-In-Chief Rush; seriously, I wish net wizards would do a side-by-side with him and Mr. Ed. If they did, they’d see that they whinny with the same muscular jerks. Of course, the horse pales …
Mom and sis went to lunch recently at the Denny’s in Van Nuys, chic dining for this family. As mom and Caroline took their table, mom noticed a bald man in his mid-40’s enter with a group of other men. The man apparently stared intently at Caroline as they walked to their table. Mom was a little …
The Hollywood Bowles 