Two years ago at this time, we knew Gulfman was dead. We’d known for a couple of days, but it wasn’t really official until May 20, 2006. In the time since he died, I’ve tried to find a way to write a tribute to my friend. I’ve not been able to do [...]

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As I type, my entirely family is huddled in the master bedroom. The dog is on a leash, the wife and I are sitting in bed, and the boy is running around on the hardwoods like a squirrel on meth. The Worker Men (which is what I may call my next band) are [...]

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My new shirt came in the mail yesterday. I’m wearing it this afternoon.
Today at lunch, the boy looked at me with the same, innocent and quizzical eyes. “Who are those guys, Daddy?”
I looked down at my shirt. Two crayons sat on my unimpressive chest. “This is Mr. White and [...]

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In April 1999, I walked into a new job. It was a bustling newsroom that had already known my wife for a few weeks. The first desk I passed was one of those places where deskless people sit–a shared space that served as a home for the homeless, a place of respite for [...]

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By the time Sam Bush stepped to the stage on Friday afternoon, the south Florida sun had breached the clouds and enforced every sunscreen rule my mother ever preached. I sat on the ground in front of the Swamp Stage and readied myself to see the show. The Joker brought me a frozen drink, [...]

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I would’ve liked to have been in on the meeting at which someone decided to book R.E.M. for Langerado. I might have suggested to the promoters that festival attendees are more interested in music than they are preening, whining, self-important stars of a previous century. I might have suggested that Michael Stipe’s two-minute [...]

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Frequent readers here might remember a little project I started back in November. If you missed it, I sent one of my guitars over to Iraq to keep a friend occupied until he came home. At first I hoped he’d bring the guitar home to me. And then I changed my mind.
I [...]

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Several months ago, my buddy G-Rob was lamenting his lack of availability for an annual trip to Las Vegas. Due to work and family issues, he was forced to stay behind while the rest of us took our yearly December trip. Living in G-Rob’s brain would be nearly impossible for most normal human [...]

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I’m not much what you’d call the praying type.  I think that subject has more than played itself out here. That aside, there are two kids out there this week who could use prayers’ prayers and other folks’ positive stuff.
My cousin has a daughter who has been sick for most of her life but has [...]

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I’ve written about my buddy Daly several times on Rapid Eye Reality. The last couple days I saw him, we went on a beer run, rumbled down an old gravel road, and ended up at at music festival with our best friends. The next picture I see of him is the one on the left.
Now [...]

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