Someone asked me to write a song for Gregg Allman. So I did. It’s called “When the Pale Man Comes to Town.” Here’s the lyric: Warm brown bourbon in a tumbler On a slow dim Georgia night You’ve got Otis …

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Across the years and distances words spent and irrevocable appear behind the iPhone glass that hums softly in my pocket.   And what am I to say to them? But that things have turned out all right. We both survived …

Do not mistake this god deep silence for disapproval or conceit. Or American arrogance, whatever you take that to be: I have come from Oklahoma with a banjo on my knee. Some people push the words out fast. They spit …

SSO YOU SHOULD NEVER READ THE COMMENTS (for Jef Rouner et. al.) In his own heart, every man is pure. What discharges is like weather unbidden and deep roiling, the product of some butterfly beating its wings in La Paz, …

There are things that I try to remember; things that elude me. They squirt through my mind like drops of mercury; they haunt the corners of my peripheral innervision, nagging yet reticent. I can remember the old houses, the sharp …

There’s a grey rain in the rue du Rivoli There’s a French girl with her head upon my chest I don’t guess you could spare any sympathy For the rich kid’s existential unrest. They say the sun sets in Los …

From LOUIS CK’s email newsletter – postscript on Donald Trump (3/5/16) https://twitter.com/hunterwalk/status/706162158044745728 P.S.  Please stop it with voting for Trump. It was funny for a little while. But the guy is Hitler. And by that I mean that we are being …