Strange Dreams on a Nervous Night
Over the course of maybe the last year, I have had a series of dreams that I had not thought much of and I thought were unrelated, until last night, when they all came together. They clearly Mean Something, or Are Trying to Tell Me Something. But I don’t know what. Here are some facts: […]
Road Stories: The Show for Nobody
As I’ve said extensively elsewhere, I used to play in a metal band called Black Spiral. When we first started playing together, we were about 16, in high school, and just doing covers of Metallica songs and such. Our first gig ever was at a Catholic church Spring fair, where we played two nights (my […]
Road Stories: The Bombed-Out Whorehouse
Maybe the best sustained musical experience I’ve ever had was playing drums in the band Black Spiral from about 1995-1999. I was in and just out of high school, and the band started as Chris Crowson, Ryan Dawe, and I were just starting to learn our instruments. The first songs I was ever involved in […]
Road Stories: The Film Screening Q&A
Several years ago, I made a Surrealist short film that people seemed to like — it won some awards at film festivals, etc., and led to a fair amount of paying work, so (locally, anyway), some people took me to be a successful independent filmmaker. I was asked to screen the film and do a […]
Road Stories: The Russian Dude
After a somewhat crappy show at the Pig ‘N Whistle in Hollywood, I went to the bar and got a beer. Standing beside the bar, a guy with a heavy Russian accent, a purple shirt unbuttoned to his stomach, and a heavy gold chain complimented our set and I thanked him, then went to watch […]