I loved my Uncle Roland. He usually wore a Levi jacket, a cowboy hat, and drove a little pickup truck. When we were kids, he would take my cousin and me to the race track in Santa Fe and let us bet. He'd give us each twenty dollars and we would bet on horses based on the color of the jockey's jersey or the name of the horse.
I loved to visit him because he always had a dish of candy on his coffee table and sometimes there would be a jar of…Continue
Just got back from taking my daughter to her first concert - Fall Out Boy. (I guess the concerts at the zoo don't count as 'real' concerts.) Despite the awful drive all the way out to the Santa Ana Star Center, the hundreds of screaming teenage girls, the awful bands that opened up for the really loud Fall Out Boy, the $25 t-shirt, and the hell getting out of the parking lot - I had fun. Why? Because my daughter had the biggest grin from ear to ear the entire time. She sang every bad song,…Continue
Let me explain...
The headliner for the Fourth of July concert in 1983 at the…Continue
I miss vinyl record albums. I miss the ritual of examining the cover artwork. I miss reading the liner notes and all the fine print to make sure I knew who wrote what songs, who played on the record and who the artist thanked. I miss the days of going to record stores where the walls were covered with posters of bands and singers.
iTunes is a different world.
Independent music stores are scarce around…Continue
How do you define the essence of a city? Is it the climate, the cultural scene, the architecture? For me, the very essence of ‘Burque can be best described by its…Continue