It’s a weird feeling knowing your childhood house was demolished. I haven’t lived there since graduating high school, and my parents moved out long ago, but it was the closest thing we had to a family institution. It was a little white house that sat right off the highway eight miles west of Dripping Springs in the “sneeze and you might might miss it” town of Henly, Texas.
Update! Just a shade under a year since the last one, too. Here’s a booklet I worked on for the DIY Musician Conference last weekend that I thought turned out nice. Nobody from AudioTheme made it to Chicago for the conference, but we did send a thousand of these little guys in our stead.
Jay was playing a Game Boy on the couch in his mom’s apartment the first time we met. I walked in, he greeted me by name and continued whatever game he was engrossed in at the time. He was seven, but acted like he had known me his entire life. […]
This is a touching short film about the winding relationship of a father and son, the passing of time, and connecting with things that matter.
I’m not sure the experience of deer camp could ever be completely communicated, but “Welcome to Deer Camp” by Rick Bass is one of the better attempts. Though the landmarks are different and the people go by other names, it is easy to recognize the similarities between his camp and my camp, and I assume […]
Me: What’s your daddy’s last name? Her: I dunno. Me: What’s your last name? Her: [says her full name] Me: Where do you think you got your last name? Her: At Kohls.
The fog was no joke this morning. While driving conditions were hampered, the opportunity for photos was not. I snapped these two with my iPhone before the weather cleared, although I’m kicking myself for using too much zoom on the deer.
I also hit 30 years of age; an appropriate time for reflection.
“I’ve never eaten Mexican food in Chicago. And, no disrespect, but it can’t be that good if a guy named Bayless is cooking it.”
— Lyle Lovett waxes philosophical in the February/March 2012 issue of Garden & Gun