I made you a playlist of my favorite songs. I hate to even call them songs. They’re more like friends who’ve helped me at different times in life. They’re also just good company if you’re alone, or throwing a dinner party, painting, driving, whatevering.
Reflections on life and music.
Below is an email thread between me and a fan who was upset after hearing the f-word in my song “Hello, Lou”off the album Passages. He graciously said I could post our email exchange as I thought it might be helpful for others who had the same concerns.
…said she loves my music, so how do you expect me to keep that to myself? Because seriously, talk about a strange day. I wake up, check a few emails and one is from the head of my label, forwarding me this playlist Taylor Swift put together on Spotify called “Songs Taylor Loves.” I don’t …
My family didn’t own a TV, so my dad would rent one for must-see events. To the best of my knowledge these included Operation Desert Storm and the Olympics. We rented the TV set from Frank’s TV and Repair. It looked like the kind science teachers would wheel into classrooms on days when they showed …
My dad had an office in the basement. He never used it. In fact nobody really used the basement. It was like a dungeon. Musty and dark. The laundry was down there. So was the deep freeze. That’s about it.