I still make mix tapes. The mixes don’t come/go as often anymore and have crossed over into digital format (as these things do) but I still make them. I get overly excited for the Olympic torch and anagrams. Last year you could find me listening to Sklarbro Coutry, now I listen to Maron. There’s a lot of artisan pizza pie out there, but I just want Pizza Pipeline. I can go week long stretches just listening to country. I glanced through a People magazine yesterday. I choose the worst line at the border. Some days I don’t feel like playing. I dig sarsaparilla and old matchbooks from places I’ve never been. I’ve tried but never quite got The Kids in the Hall. Some times I lose my fo-cus, sometimes I’m superfocused. I miss The Far Side and the Sonics. I’ve got tee shirts and pictures I can’t get rid of.
I have been the last to know. I started reading Papillon, but never finished it.