Bon Jovi brings a flood of memories to my mind. I mean, the band had about a billion hit songs between my elementary and middle school years. I’m pretty sure four of the 10 songs on “Slippery When Wet” were incessantly played on the radio. Surely, you’ve heard “Livin’ on a Prayer” more than once….
Writing
too many ghosts?
My return to writing in journals was like a return to active drug addiction after a handful of relapses with my drug of choice: the pen. I grip the barrel of the pen tightly between my fingers, and press the ballpoint tip and empty the ink chamber. Music didn’t have everything to do with it;…
the water’s edge
I’m not from New York and I don’t live in Atlanta, but they’re my landmarks. An island city and a landlocked one. There are 27 landlocked states. Of course. But Georgia isn’t one of them. I just live closer to the city where Sherman began his March to the “Sea” of Savannah, which sits at…
how i reeled in a thrasher with a plastic guitar hero hook
i think the only video game systems ive ever played were Atari, Nintendo, and xbox. That’s how i remember hearing them discussed. Just Nintendo as opposed to Sega. i really dont know. and i never cared until 2007. so it’s completely ironic and a little downright hilarious that the first of the “guitar hero” style…
on music and whatever
I decided to blog about it. Publicly, because i’m writing a memoir that i am not arrogant enough to think anyone but those closest to me might care to read. and, partially, because i want to include digital elements like this playlist of music that is videos that i wrote about in the cheesecake and…
Cheesecake and an apple
yes. artistic vision uncompromising. remember when music video was the main introduction to new music? #filteryourfeed Burgers slathered in grilled onions, provolone cheese, and bacon. A sweaty, salty treat packed with protein. And fat. “Make healthy choices” when the road forks in front of you. A devil on one side. Hm that side looks tasty,…
Trapped in a tin can
Songs can tear us apart and then apologize; build us up. Music has the power to heal. Within its crescendos we cry and inside its lyrics we soar.
These are the songs’ stories that show the power of music, specifically when it comes to figuring out who we are and where we fit in with respect to our personalities
An open letter to the class of 1996
When I talk about my high school experience, I usually start by saying, “I was the homecoming queen.” But those who know me now don’t get the inside joke – that I was the anti-queen at the dance, dressed in a black gown with a beaded Cleopatra style silver wig on top of my…
Music is my acid test for friendship
When I was in sixth grade, my attempts at making friends involved sitting next to strangers at long brown lunch tables and asking for people’s phone numbers. Don’t be surprised to learn that by the time I was in eighth grade I had changed schools and hung my head under dyed-black hair and long black…
Will Write for Koretzky
If proper nouns were allowed in Scrabble, Koretzky would be a high-value name. But we’re not playing Scrabble. We’re writers, and without Michael Koretzky, region 3 director for Society of Professional Journalists, we wouldn’t have programs like Will Write For Food. Also, I wouldn’t have made it home on Labor Day. A whirlwind…