If
Merv and Merla hadn't been so bent on festooning their album cover with cliché Christian
symbolism, they never would have released this innocent, young dove into the
waiting embrace of a cruel, godless world. Weeks after the cover’s photo shoot,
the bird was spotted foraging for food in a depressed part of town. Sporting a
tattered “Jesus Saves” T-shirt to conceal the filth sullying its formerly
snow-white plumage, the dirty dove, now just a common city pigeon, dodged
stumbling footfalls of addled zombies as it pecked the crust of dried vomit fused to the sidewalk in front of an abandoned convenience store with busted-out windows. Shame on you, Merv and Merla.
I've written lots of words (some of them good even) on the subject of music for more than a decade. Among the esteemed publications to feature my byline are The Spokesman-Review, The Seattle Post-Intelligencer, Matte, Backfire, Revolver and The Rocket--where I was Managing Editor and Editor from 1998-2000. I don't write as much or as often as I should, so don't come knocking for new content every day. But stop by periodically for some new, original writings and a whole host of mildewy works from my archives.
Please note: This blog is kind of my digital playground, a place to test out ideas, explore random thoughts, or invent dumb, fictional (and sometimes funny) stories about real musicians or recordings. In other words, don't take what you read here too seriously.