Rockers are mortal, after all

It wasn’t always this way for me, but within the past couple of years the deaths of people I don’t know have taken on a whole new dimension. Whether I knew the person or not–and particularly if they were somebody famous for one reason or another– the first thing I want to know is how

Nobody on the road, Nobody on the beach

It’s been more than two weeks since I wrote anything to put in this space. That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped writing, though. In fact, I wrote a trio of pieces relating to the recent death of Ernie Banks, and sent them off to websites that are willing to share my thoughts with their readers. I

Thoughts at a fire

Yesterday morning I wrote a post in this space bemoaning the lack of good news stories this year. I had a realization later in the evening, though, as I was watching the fire in my fireplace burn. And it’s worth sharing it here, before it crawls back into the recesses of my mind. This is

Peter Frampton, The Boys of Summer, and my new radio game

The biggest problem I have with writing this blog isn’t thinking of something to say. It’s usually just the opposite: I must have seven or eight ideas that I could turn into posts right now, if only I didn’t also have to work, make dinner, clear things away, and get a little bit of sleep. Even

Some of the concerts I’ve seen

  Photo ©1995 robbi cohn/dead images I wrote this for my sister a few years back, as we were getting ourselves psyched up for our first Springsteen concert. With the new Springsteen tour going on, and a concert at Wrigley Field in the near future, I wanted to dust this off. A few edits have