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I’m a little bit country, I’m a little bit rock-n-roll.

South By…(42 of 90)

18 years.
I’ve been coming to Austin, and South by Southwest, for almost longer than I haven’t been coming. Which is something that happens to me more and more. For someone who doesn’t finish much, I’ve certainly got quite a bit of unfinished history happening.
I am simply in love with this city, this event and the [...]

Down with the King

I’ll arrive at my 18th South by Southwest later today. I can barely remember what that first experience was like. I certainly didn’t imagine it to be a life-changing one. And yet, I owe much of what I do today to my experiences there.
I’ll be blogging this year’s experience at The Cult of Me, [...]

Killing Myself Redux, Or What It Takes To Love (41 of 90)

A few years ago, my world was crashing.
I’d met a girl. A fabulous girl. We shared the same interests, the same passions in life. We were Type As who liked the home when we weren’t working. And we liked to drink. And write.
Of course we hit it off instantly and found ourselves in a [...]

“My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys”

Driving through the California desert and into the vast emptiness of Arizona after seven days digging through my family’s past, I’ve had this song in my head all day. And I wonder how I have ended up where I am. Sometimes I think I took a wrong turn:

To Live With Great Intensity (40 of 90)

I’ve never been much help to my students when they’ve asked me for advice on becoming a writer.
It’s not because I don’t want to be helpful. I remember their angst and confusion and loneliness, trying to contemplate a life where I get paid to simply put words on a page. It seemed, to steal from [...]

Stop Thinking About It (39 of 90)

I’ve stopped and started this post several times today, which is ironic considering the idea behind it. These things happen, though, and I’ve made my peace with such contradictions in my life.
Enough with the trying to say it perfectly. I’m just going to let it rip:
I do not understand people who refuse to have a [...]

The Salton Sea (38 of 90)

My buddy Austin and I find movies for each other. Or we used to. Back when we actually had time to do things like watch movies and then share them with each other.
(The best moment is when, on the same day, we each picked out Donnie Darko for the other one. Unbeknownst to the other. [...]

The Year of Friends: Southwest Edition (37 of 90)

It’s Sunday. Day Four of my Western Road Trip.
I won’t lie. I’m a bit worn out right now. I’ve already logged 350 driving miles (not counting the 60 mile trip to the airport) and four hours of flight time. I’m ready to relax, something that won’t happen until tomorrow at the earliest.
This is a gauntlet, [...]

Deletions (36 of 90)

I’m sitting in the Bagel Nosh, a little half-baked cafe in Phoenix just down the street from my parent’s time share.
It’s a gorgeous day, mid-seventies. A far cry from the grey and wintery white that has blanked Indiana for the past month. Truthfully, though, the grey and the winter haven’t bothered me this year, not [...]

“Here I Am, On The Road Again” (35 of 90)

Out there in the spotlight/You’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy/You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body/Like the music that you play
Later in the evening/As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers/Ringin’ in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette,/Rememberin’ what she said
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I should start by [...]