Who's the punk still disheartened by Yusuf Islam's return foray into the singer-songwriter scene? Shit, son, that just might be me, who's always been so vouchful of catty Mr.Stevens and his wild world of goodness, and also of the fact that he pivot-turned and disappeared off that folked-up scene all for the sake of what he believed. He never sold ( Read more... )

     (Oh, it has begun to rain. Began? It began. It has begun. I am wanting to take back all those snide comments I made about the sun. Let it rain, I said. I am missing it. Which was true, and the plants had turned yellow several weeks ago. But it is sort of cold. And I like the cold, for its sheer possibilities in defiance. Honey-drizzled hot ( Read more... )

Apparently sometimes Life takes a ruler to the old knuckles, you know ( Read more... )

I clean and type, clean and type, take a long walk, ball up on the bed and cry, clean and type. My friends all nod and smile ( Read more... )