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.