No Spoilers

David Bowie wrote and recorded this song while he was busy dying of cancer. When I first heard it, I couldn’t figure it out. You’re dying, man. You’re giving everything away whether you want to or not. Even you, with your Grammys and your personal museum and your own ISP, cannot take it with you. … Continue reading No Spoilers

Barabajagal; or, That Time Donovan Healed My Broken Arm

Lately I've been reminded of my love for the songs of Donovan. Whatever genre(s) you consider him to fall in, he's an outlier for me with his folkrockjazz/stonedpop/ meditatingmystical vibes. Yet several of his songs live permanently on my iPod. I even love 'I Love My Shirt.' Donovan also ticks a rare box in being a star who I met … Continue reading Barabajagal; or, That Time Donovan Healed My Broken Arm