It's The Same Old Song

Yes, it is. But what song is it? That is your assignment for today, class. What is the theme song of the 2005 Minnesota Twins? Possible suggestions, as of 5:30 this morning: “Too Much of Not Enough”? “Thin Line Between Love and Hate”? “You Ain’t Goin’ No Where”? “My Favorite Waste of Time”? “Bases Were … Read more

Take Another Look

A bad night lies ahead And a new day beyond that– A simple sequence, but hard To remember in the right order. —Mark Jarman, “Psalm: The New Day” Twice I woke up tonight and wandered to the window. And the lights down on the street, like pale omission points, tried to complete the fragment of … Read more

My Back Pages: No Man Should Ever

No man should ever find himself in the fish-belly gray light of dawn sitting hunched on the floor with a pen paralyzed in his fingers listening to Jimmy Scott. No man should ever eat plain white rice and corn chips for breakfast. No man should ever sit at four a.m., raking the soiled carpet with … Read more

The Fire That Never Says, 'Enough'

…what is it we are all doing, what is it we are about, pray tell? And why are we gathered here? —Raymond Carver, “All My Relations” I’m on my way with dust in my shoes, free of mythology: Send books back to their shelves, I’m going down into the streets. I learned about life from … Read more

The Tears Of A Clown

I was born a clown, and in retrospect my parents were incredibly good sports about what must surely have been on a number of levels a shock and a disappointment. They’d been trying for years to have a child, and they accepted me immediately as a blessing and loved me unconditionally for what I was. … Read more

My Memories Of Tchaikovsky

It’s no secret that people of great achievement are often abject curiosities and spectacular failures as human beings, and this was certainly true of Tchaikovsky, who lived in my hometown when I was growing up. I can’t truly claim that it was my privilege to know the man, or even that to know him would … Read more

See That? That There's My Back: Rock's Greatest Kiss-Offs, Part One

I’m opening the phone lines for suggestions, but I’ll start off with a sample from one of rock’s most literate songwriters, and a perennial candidate for any list of great underrated musicians. This one always comes in handy for any unhappy relationship or untenable work situation: I’m giving you my notice, and it works this … Read more

My Heart's Antietam, Or: I Believe That Bloody Pomegranate You're Holding In Your Fist, Madam, Belongs To Me

—Daniel Corrigan, Eddie Potomac. Publicity photos for Warriors: The Musical. 1984. I don’t know if there’s a way to measure how high you are, but I was super high. I was baked to the point where my brain was running two or three steps behind my tongue. Or maybe it was the other way around. … Read more