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The Dirty Life And Times Of Warren Zevon

I’m pretty sure I’m not a tortured artist, though I may be a masochist. Most readers flock to best sellers, pap like Joseph Hellerman, Dean Koontz, or Scott Turow. Nothing wrong with that; I enjoy a blockbuster page-turner like the guy in the next seat on...

Black Postcards: A Rock & Roll Romance

“Waking their latest triumph, ‘Penthouse,’ from its mordant and mellow foundation, Wareham and Sean Eden’s wall of swirling, simmering guitars blared a full-tilt, cosmic radio clamor.” That’s my review of Luna’s September 1995...

Benjamin Braddock, Holden Caulfield & Me

There’s a great article in Vanity Fair’s Hollywood Issue on the making of one of my all-time favorite film’s, The Graduate. Of course, the film, released in 1967, somehow captured the zeitgeist of the late ’60s, especially the generation gap...

Trying To Tell Me All Along

There are a few authors whose books, based on their bibliography alone, I buy as soon as they hit shelves. Tobias Wolff is one. He was my creative writing professor at Syracuse. His PEN/Faulkner Award-winning memoir, “This Boy’s Life,” came out my...

Sky Blue Sky

I’d been out of bed just three minutes, but already I’d dropped a ten spot. Sleep was fitful again, at best. Maybe it’s the loratadine. Maybe it’s the blue agave. Maybe it’s all this change I keep talkin’ about. Either way, I was...