Category: Yo Ivanhoe

October, before it had a name. Still, though, a month of low iron skies and protracted sulks and cold rain and bursts of crisp radiance that never lost their ability to dazzle and surprise. A flash of revelation even as the hammer fell: We will miss this world when it’s gone, or when we are.…

Snapshots from a drive home from work while listening to the new Ween album, which is fantastic if you like Ween, and I do: Three shiny balloons trapped in the branches of a tree above a baseball diamond. A long strip of aluminum foil tumbling like an acrobatic hallucination down the middle of LaSalle Avenue.…

What are the essential songs for a first-rate jukebox? If you were to find yourself locked up for the rest of your days with a trio of fourteen-year-olds and a bunch of musical instruments and amplifiers would you join the band or bash out your brains with a tambourine? Have you ever heard clearly conspiring…

  I slid unwelcome into this world, unbroken, but battered by the disappointment of those to whom I was delivered. I scrambled above their unhappiness and learned to believe. I found a place to stand, and kept moving. I had one man’s truth, and flung it like a stone at this world. I cried in…