Supernatural, Part Two What’s special about people now? Since we’ve followed the tone of Nietzsche’s Übermensch, the super man toward which we’d stretch in escaping the legacy of our disgusting simian ancestors, has our music grown sweeter or more discordant? Does the zeitgeist allow us to as genuinely respond to
A Million Different Things: Freedom, Choice and the Walls First Love When I was a teenager, Teddy Randazzo made a record I liked so much I squeezed the money out of my limited allowance to buy the 45. Randazzo made a career of writing hits for other artists, but this,
Vacations can be dangerous. Vacations are marked by degrees of departure from everyday routines, routines about which most of us nurture a gnawing hunger to escape.
Like, do we ever really have one? What is a vacation, after all? When I was a boy, it meant sleeping late in the morning, no yellow school bus, black lettering on the side announcing the district, advancing up through the sunny morning along the shank of the foothill on