Sleeping Through Work

Sleeping Through Work

Maybe part of it is that I have a strong female side, and don’t associate with a lot of the rough-and-tumble of my male author counterparts. And maybe part of it is that I simply like women and want to hear stories about them, even if they’re coming from me. In this case, though, I can use Amy’s photo as an excuse, because this boogie-ing gal clearly needed a narrative.

William Mitchell – may your rest in peace.

William Mitchell – may your rest in peace.

In hearing of his passing, I couldn’t help but think to 2008, when another friend of our extended bohemian community, Gina Marx, had gone missing. Many thought she had taken her own life, or come to a violent end. And it was William Mitchell who did the legwork to actually find her, and to let us know she was okay.

I almost feel guilty. But Jason Heath, your record earned this…

I almost feel guilty. But Jason Heath, your record earned this…

Hey, dude, Jason, when you find yourself in a studio doing things like smoothing out the shrillness of an accordion line and making sure the snare drum isn’t too bombastic, it might be wise to take a step back and make sure you’re not ironing out the peaks and valleys and leaving us with nothing but Kansas. (Do I mean the state, or the band? It doesn’t matter.)