We’ve finally arrived at the present. I’m not driven to write about much, other than to reflect on a weekend filled with gigs, pools, and political upheaval. The two-week buffer of material I had, until now, has disappeared after two weeks of inactivity, one justifiable and one less so. This is part of an enduringContinue reading “july 23, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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july 2 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Nothing screams America like explosions in the sky. Friday. $4 Coors Light, a beautiful night, a nice walk down to see some fireworks. But then Toby Keith had to go and ruin it. Maddy and I were standing in this “beer garden” cordoned off by orange temporary construction fencing. We had walked down to thisContinue reading “july 2 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
june 18, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I found my first gray hair yesterday. They’ve been in my beard for years, but this is the first one to grow out of my head. And it’s all Bruce Springsteen’s fault. After sustained and enthusiastic recommendation by one of my good friends, I finally tried out the ’78 album Darkness at the Edge of Town, andContinue reading “june 18, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
june 11, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Sunday, I was hungover. This is no surprise. Many Sundays have begun that way for me. It was nothing I hadn’t experienced before: waking up and having just a moment or two of no pain, before I started feeling blood pound in my temples, and my head started to throb, and nausea settled in. Typically,Continue reading “june 11, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
performative journaling at the End of the world – may 16, 2024
I think something might be rotting in my head. I don’t mean this in a figurative sense—I can feel my upper-right wisdom tooth digging into my lower jaw, with no space to sit at the angle it’s growing in, and my cheek is sore, and sometimes food gets stuck there, and I have to painstakingly dig it out soContinue reading “performative journaling at the End of the world – may 16, 2024”
may 14, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I was talking recently with my dad about jobs. More accurately, my lack of job prospects. More specifically, my lack of job prospects confounded by the fact that I don’t know what I want to do. If you read my first entry of performative journaling, you may begin to see a throughline: these days, IContinue reading “may 14, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
Owen McMahon is nostalgic and inventive in his latest release, “The Voice Memo Demos, Volume II, ‘Live and New at Open Mics.’”
Owen McMahon is nostalgic and inventive in his latest release, “The Voice Memo Demos, Volume II, ‘Live and New at Open Mics.’”
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