I don’t remember having a “woobie” as a kid.
[I frequenty lugged around a favorite stuffed animal, a Pound Puppy half my size that looked kinda like this, named Fred. But I didn't NEED Fred to, like, function. We gave each other space. He was a good pal, though, and is still kenneled somewhere in the recesses [...]
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Music is my Woobie.
Relax, Dad. I spent two dollars.
This evening, I had dinner with my dad at On The Border, because Randy LOVES HIM A CHAIN RESTAURANT. This was our first face-to-face since my frog-throated, “Hey, Dad? I kind of don’t have a job anymore” phone call. Like most only children, I have this crippling fear of letting my parents down. I had [...]
Record Store Day!
Stayin’ busy.
A little while ago, Katie and I went to the National Record Store Day activities at Luna in Broad Ripple. Photo share!
Luna.
Katie. She’s kind of the most adorable ever, right? See the dandelion in her hand? A stranger just handed that to her. Yeah, it’s a weed, but strangers just hand her flowers. It’s [...]
Like No Business I Know
The last batch.
Um, can we talk about AMOEBA for a moment?
It’s like when you’re four and your parents take you to Disneyworld and as you step foot into the park your excitement gets too much and you run ahead of your parents in your pink Stride-rites and you whip around all wide-eyed as if to [...]
Crackle Pop Hiss
As you may know, my parents have put the ol’ house up for sale, thus ridding its contents of my childhood and fond memories. In response I’ve been requesting a collection of items I feel will likely get trashed in the move. One of those items?
A Pioneer PL-540 turntable, circa 1973.
This baby was my [...]