Tag Archives: bucket list
Whoa. Seven chapters in already? Must be a stroke.
I’ve spent considerable time on this blog, not only writing a fulsome, scurvy heap of odd things, like this long-form essay about Billy Squier’s meteoric fall from musical grace, and use it basically try to foment discord, distrust, and division … Continue reading
A few of you might remember–I was intending to write a book
I have had basically three books in me that I’ve wanted to write: 1. One of them involves the Founding Fathers. 2. One of them involves blues legend Robert Johnson. 3. One of them involves a ragamuffin band of childhood … Continue reading
A mishmash of Ukuleles, Yosemite, and Strum Shops
My buddy Rob phoned me up earlier in the year to see if I wanted to go to Yosemite and climb Half Dome. I said yes. Then I realized that seventeen-mile cardiovascular death march was going to require me to … Continue reading
Step number three: magazine article idea accepted
In the next day or so, I’ll explain the completely serendipitous coincidence between me using the ’67 pyromaniacal Hendrix episode as the launchpad for my own life-changes and the fact that I spent the night sleeping on that very stage … Continue reading
A chance to be published. No, I mean by somebody else.
So my inbox contained a legitimate solicitation for my writing skills. Clearly, somebody needs to see a counselor. But since this potentially-lucrative opportunity requires me to go ahead an exploit their utterly profound lack of judgement, I need to get … Continue reading
And on that note, I think I’ll Have Victor Wooten sign my ukulele
NOTE: I’m writing this knowing full well that I will be heading to San Rafael tomorrow to see Victor Wooten. Thus the subject is presently at the forefront of my mind. Having first picked up a guitar at the age … Continue reading
Trolling my barista friends
Mind you, I have two entire binders chock FULL of this kind of nonsense. There’s something about placing the administrative/H.R. departments of various organizations in a reflexive, compulsory arm-bar–they MUST answer. Whether or not they are in the mood to … Continue reading
A brief history of aloofness.
Note: This article first appeared on a completely different blog that I have mothballed. It hardly saw any light. Thus, I redirect. -R.G.(M.O.N) It seems that every few years, I’ll go through a puritanical phase of faux elitism. In the … Continue reading
Master Of None 