My latest song is an adaptation based on the poem “The Man with the Hoe” by Edwin Markham.
A young professional is so obsessive about cleaning that she starts wiping away brand names off packages, surfaces from her apartment and, ultimately…
I was mistaken to think that I had a relationship with the bank, but I am sure that it won’t have any of my accounts by the end of the year.
The parallels between the Vietnam War and our “war” against Covid-19 are eerily similar, only we’ve not had our own Walter Cronkite net it out.
When her partner is stuck working at home with her, he reveals aspects of himself that make her reevaluate whether or not she actually knows him.
A family at home enjoying the marvels of easy online connectivity encounter a future family who miss the difficult vagaries of real-world experience.
The WHO is important, I think, and it needs to get some serious, honest, and blunt truth spoken to its power. A new, expensive PR plan won’t deliver it.
We’re supposed to believe that we should send our kids back to school because the data support it? We are being led by liars and fools.
Contrary to the gloom on TV, I say we’re living in the most inventive, hopeful, and impactful period in history since the days of Newton and Shakespeare.
In 1985, I recorded a pop rock song entitled Why Don’t Models Smile? I’ve reinterpreted it a few times since, most recently as a “shoegaze” drone. More iterations will follow, I’m sure.