Hi Darling Ones, Yesterday I got a wonderful email from my largehearted friend, David. He asked me if my next two records were going to be called “Sing it, Chromes” and “Songs for Wendell.” He also said some nice things about my writing which makes me all moony-faced and starry-eyed with happiness. I responded to tell him I was stealing his idea. Sweet Georgia Breezes’ next record feature songs lead singer Jodi Chromey originally sang to her cat on a…
Hi Darling Ones, The best thing about reading Paul Rees’ Mellencamp biography was learning that his grandkids call him “Peepaw.” The worst thing was absolutely everything else. This is definitely a case of you should never meet your heroes. I feel the same way after reading this that I did after reading Bob Mehr’s biography of The Replacements. That is, super disappointed, acutely annoyed, and a little bored. My beloved John Cougar Mellencamp suffers from the same affliction as The…
Hi Darling Ones, I’ve been thinking about The Jayhawks a lot lately for reasons that will become clear at some point in the new future. Just to be clear, I’m talking the rock & roll kind, not the Kansas kind. Other things on my mind include: brussels sprouts, how much I hated the John Cougar Mellencamp biography (more on that later too), extra sharp cheddar cheese, my randomly sore throat, the fact that Wendell figured out how to get into…
Hi Darling Ones, I just got off the phone with my friend EM, my westernerd friend who lives in Madison. We were debriefing about the weekend. Well, she was. My weekend consisted of napping, reading, and eating soup. There wasn’t much to debrief about on my end. Though I did give a small lecture on my disappointment on what an asshole John Cougar Mellencamp was in the 80s and 90s, but that’s a topic for another day. Towards the end…
Dear Darling Ones, I have just finished reading Sally Rooney’s new novel Beautiful World, Where Are You, and wow does she know how to write a book. She’s an Irish writer who crafts these novels where not a lot happens. When you try to describe them they sound utterly boring, and yet when you finish reading them your brain is mush, your heart hurts a little, and you feel a little dazed like, what in the hell just happened. Rooney…
Hi Darling Ones, I am writing under the influence of nachos. Despite having a very late lunch with BFK for CSA Thursday, I decided at 7:30 if I didn’t have nachos I would probably perish from this Earth. I went full on with these fucking nachos too — chorizo and two kinds of cheeses, refried beans and jalapeños, sour cream and extra salsa. When I make nachos I do not mess around. Remarkably, I had all this stuff in my…
