Category Archives: Life, the Universe and Everything

There’s frost on the car windshield this morning. Continue reading →

So, let me rephrase this. I don’t really hate traveling. I’m moderately uncomfortable with flying (which sucks, considering how much I do it), but the only thing I really don’t like about travel is being away from my family. It … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Nothing like getting home from a week of crappy dial-up (Don’t even get me started on Juno’s “We’re cutting you off from the free service except between 4am and noon, so why don’t you upgrade to our pay service, ya … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Hello from the land of the crappy dial-up connection. No, they don’t want you spending time in the hotel room in Las Vegas. So, crappy dial-up and only local channels on the TV. I’ve lost connection twice just typing this, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Here’s one for all you budding recording engineers out there. Don’t get all excited about your new multitrack recorder and tell your teenage son how great it would be for him to learn how to use it and record his … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The Mrs just asked me to record a sappy love song for her anniversary present. Then she added, “And it can’t be about THAT!” Continue reading →

I’m sorry, blog, but I’ve found someone else. I hope you’ll forgive me someday. Continue reading →

Life, the Universe and Everything is right! This weekend, and especially yesterday, was so full of crap (not unlike this author) that I didn’t have time to do an update. To start with, let me fill you in on the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, that was fun. Whiny and I schlepped my ’71 Telecaster down to a guitar shop in Edgewood. They poked and prodded it. Took the neck off and checked under the hood. In the end, they were only going to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Akin to my wild promise to finish my novel come-hell-or-high-water last November, I’m making a new vain promise today. I’m off to sell one of my babies, so I can buy a multitrack recorder. Expect my caterwauling to be violating … Continue reading → Continue reading →