Neil, Jason, and Me

Neil Peart set me on a course of musical discovery at the age of 15 that only maybe John Lennon, Jeff Tweedy or Adrian Belew can equal. Of course my frontal lobe frizzle fried when I first heard  Peart take off on one of his 8-minute drum solos. His live dexterity on All The World’s […]

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RIP Lil Bub

Lil Bub, the little cat with dwarfism from Bloomington, Indiana that captured the attention of many(including Robert DeNiro) died on December 1st fighting a bone infection. Born as a runt and with many medical issues, the tiny cat was adopted by recording studio owner Mike Bridavsky, who then turned her unique appearance into an internet […]

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Wendy Carlos, The Maestro

I knew the name Wendy Carlos as a little kid. Mainly because of The Shining, A Clockwork Orange, and Tron. Hers was a name that stood out in the credits of films I watched and sort of rewired my brain as a kid. I knew that Wendy was a musician, but I never quite understood […]

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Talk To Me : In Memory of Judy F

There are very few people that I’ve encountered in my life that have been as memorable and exhausting as Judy F. Judy was my supervisor when I first started at my current job(an orthopedic company that, at that time, specialized in strictly spinal implants.) My hire-in date was September 27th, 1999. If you’re doing the […]

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What, Me Worry?

I grew up reading MAD Magazine. My dad, before he became a dad, husband, and clock puncher for 50 years at the same printing company, was an aspiring artist. He’d even applied at the Art Institute of Indianapolis his senior year of high school and was accepted, but due to lack of funds he didn’t […]

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In Memory Of Leon Redbone

Leon Redbone was one of those characters that seemed to have stepped out of an E.L. Doctorow novel, or an Our Gang comedy. Playing Tin Pan Alley shuffles and ragtime ballads on the guitar and whistling like a drunken bum with just a swig of whiskey left in his flask. Except instead of appearing out […]

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RIP Shawn Smith

A long ago friend hipped me to Brad’s first LP Shame in his mom’s basement back in 1993. It was this odd-looking basement, one that was finished but was furnished like it was 1975. Bright orange counter tops and cabinets with a faucet to wash the dishes dirtied at the key parties that probably took […]

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