I found this word document on my laptop. It is perhaps a year or two old. The tragedy of letters unsent, or the less romantic tragedy of emails unsent. True, I had no one to send the letters to and that was the real tragedy. But the journey of the […]
On Sunday, I recorded two songs while water boiled on the stove. They are scant but complete. I give you the “Pot Boiler Sessions” by my alter ego, Eric’s Ghost’s Ghost. First, “I Wanna Live in Sioux City”, a song about an actor who is fed up with Hollywood and looking for a change of […]
I awoke swimming in sickness. There had been a pseudo-religious fervor in the air the night before, a massive liberation of frustration and self-consciousness. It is likely we were seen hovering outside our bodies. There was singing: hymns, show tunes, old soul music. Only Becky and I knew “On Top […]
I spent five days on the Bonnaroo farm and flew back to Portland yesterday. I fell asleep before my plane lifted off from Dallas. In the air, I woke up thinking we were still on the ground. I was saying “No no no no no no!”. Was I dead or dying or reliving someone else’s […]
Songs of the Past These are some songs I’ve recorded in the last few years. I have a masochistic impulse to post them here. Also, there’s this. Old MySpace Music account.
Our Fortunate Great White Orb of Reflecting Heat Shines Down on Portland I created a playlist called (in full) “Our Fortunate Great White Orb of Reflecting Heat Shines Down on Portland”. It’s a list of songs I’ve been listening to in the sun and warmth that has recently struck Portland. We, the citizens of the […]
More bullet points: Foreman lost the Rumble in the Jungle in an eighth round knockout. Ali later coined the term “rope-a-dope” for his strategy in Zaire. In 1999, George Foreman sold the naming rights to the George Foreman Grill for $138 million. Ali was, and still is I suppose, part of—how can I put this […]