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Like Syd Barrett

Posted on November 27, 2007 by John

I feel like Syd Barrett in a fun-house mirror, as if the rest of the world has gone crazy; and what’s left of the light has crawled off in a hole where it’s becoming bloated and lazy. Like the tale … Continue reading →

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Elizabethtown

Posted on September 19, 2006 by John

Some kinds of closure only come in story books and movies; real life rarely turns out quite so neat and clean: with one door neatly sliding open as another firmly shuts; such coincidence is rare and far between. To compress … Continue reading →

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Hanging on Dreams

Posted on January 3, 2006 by John

I know you want me to say I love you in some tired cliche: forever in a bright pink bow with Hallmark lines I ought to know; and when I speak, some hidden strings should start to play. It should … Continue reading →

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Why is a Cat Like a Sidewalk?

Posted on December 13, 2005 by John

OK, there’s a joke that runs something like this: Q: If a hen and a half can lay an egg and a half in a day and a half, why is a cat like a sidewalk? A: Because neither one … Continue reading →

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My Reality

Posted on November 28, 2005 by John

She’s no human interest story torn from some eighteen point headline in the times; she offers no redemption or salvation to the readers of these lines, like those miles that you fly over as you run from one place to … Continue reading →

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The Honkytonk Manifesto

Posted on November 18, 2005 by John

Real country music is not defined by its performers, recording studios or media labels. It is not a style of music so much as it is the embodiment of a way of life. Real country music’s appeal is universal because … Continue reading →

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Each moment is a threshold

Posted on June 22, 2005 by John

Each moment is a threshold hinged upon an ancient door; we swing between two rooms: the future, and what’s come before. Experience, the lubricant that smooths the rust and squeaks, we start to use, and learn to hoard, before we … Continue reading →

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