Just finished this fascinating book by George Case. Highly recommend it as a breezy summer read. “Take a trip through rock ‘n’ roll’s haziest, craziest period, beginning with the Beatles and Bob Dylan “turning on” in a New York hotel, and continuing on through two-decades of wonderful, colorful, history-changing music. From psychedelic Woodstock warriors like…
Wasted Words: The College Daze
If you like obscure authors, you’ll love this one… When he enters the prestigious Northwestern University, Lucas Lloyd still has respect for rules. He has never drank, smoked, or gotten anywhere worth mentioning with the opposite sex. The first 18 years of his life have been devoted almost exclusively to academic success. Wasted Words follows…
Ch. 2 Rusted Wagon
While terrorists didn’t scare me much, the thought of freshman year did. On a muggy Friday morning, with the nation still stunned, I packed up my things and prepared to write the next chapter of my life. I had crammed all of my worldly possessions into the back end of our ‘88 Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser…
Ch. 1 The Empty Sky
“Turn on the TV… the world’s gone crazy.” These were the first words I heard three days before I started college. The voice on the other end of the phone was my mother’s. A moment ago, I was floating on my waterbed, still dreaming between the summer sheets. “Jeez, Mom. What are you waking me…
Dear Jack…
Holloween
We were warriors once, of the Scottish variety, wrapped in tartan blankets with our faces painted blue. Our women were Playboy bunnies, bare skin bound in black Lycra, shivering in the frozen night. The air was so cold that our breaths became crystals, suspended in front of our faces before shattering to the ground. State…
You Should Date an Illiterate Girl
“Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with…
Fly Like An Ego
My head is empty, too much zen Why did this happen, how and when? Where was I when I disappeared? Another face shows in the mirror A different person every day I go to sleep and blow away
Anyone Can Play Guitar
Ah, but let us return to a fresher time. When classes first started, the air grew cooler, green leaves turned golden brown. Every morning I would hop down from my bunk (landing as cat-like as possible lest I crack my ankle upon hitting the floor), slip on my shower shoes and go next door to…
Bluebird by Bukowski
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and…