The vocals were fine, but the sound from the guitar was predictably flat and lifeless, and even body slaps with his fingers didn’t hit like they should.
I felt the need to move beyond obsessively watching music videos on YouTube, mostly “The...
Like Alexander, I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
“Watch where you point that thing,” I said with a wink to the banjo player in a local bluegrass group, as they each took their places around the stereo microphone array I had set up.
My origin story is humble enough. I came out of a bucket of kittens at the humane society. I cost $7.
Right before Christmas, we had to say goodbye to our Good Boy Clyde. A Saint Bernard mix, Clyde was the cutest, goofy-looking boy. One ear was always upright and the other always flopped over. His giant paws were four different sizes, making for a clumsy fellow who tripped over his own big feet.
This time of year is truly special — the leaves turn, the days shorten, and the air becomes brisk and bracing.
In the winter of 2005, a friend and I hit the Boulder bars. Nothing special, except that we saw a bar fight.
If you work evening shifts, you will eventually find yourself wrenched out of deep REM in the middle of the goddamn night by the UPS driver delivering some over-packaged knickknack at 8 a.m. You'll also get used to frequent eye rolls when you sleepily wish people a good morning at noon. There are perks, though. When you hit the grocery...
Every textbook to teach adults Mandarin has the basics for sicknesses — the primary ailment taught, for whatever reason, being “la duzi,” or, um, loose bowels.
The conquering Christians were smart enough to ease heathens into this new lifestyle of gild and guilt, so they allowed them to keep many of their traditional celebrations … with a Jesus rebrand.