I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen Counting Crows. It’s definitely the most I’ve seen any band and definitely more than ten shows, but beyond that, things get hazy. I could 100% rebuild an accurate count and while…
Category: All the Poets Became Rock Stars
Alien Nation
“I was an alien in utero somehow missed New Mexico fell to Earth in Baltimore I know” -Counting Crows, “Dislocation” Moments of relatability are so resonant because they are rare. It is hard to write about alienation without feeling like…
Seventeen Years of Blogging
Yesterday was the seventeenth anniversary of Introspection, my first blog. It lasted for just seven years and change before the daily short-format gave way to this more haphazard long format, now nearly ten years into process. My first post was…
Haunted City
It’s Twelfth Night. Happy Twelfth Night, everybody! Here is my favorite song about Twelfth Night: It occurs to me that posting links to things isn’t really good enough for the long-term posterity of the web. Sometimes I review old posts…
Follow Me Down to the Rose Parade
A New Year’s Day dialogue: Storey: “Do you ever watch the Rose Parade?” Alex: “What’s the Rose Parade?” Storey: “Only the biggest or second-biggest parade in the country annually.” Alex: “Where is it?” Storey: “Pasadena, California.” Alex: “Maybe it’s just…
Revisionist History
From time to time during the seven years of this blog’s existence, I’ve added new categories for indexing the various kinds of posts one sees on this page. I’ve long eschewed the notion of a specialized blogging pursuit, such as…
Decayed Decade
I almost called this post “The Full View of History”. But of course ten years is hardly a full view. A little over a decade ago, I wrote this on my blog at the time: “Yesterday, Em & I were…
Obliviate
“Had four brothers once upon a time He said they toured the country far away from the Rio Grande But the road just wore them down So they bought a house beside a lake Outside of New Orleans And stared…
Facing the Direction I am Bound
I’m overdue to head back north, racing for the direction where things should be wrapped up tight in a nice little bow, or at least packed up in cardboard and covered over with tape. Progress on the move has been…
Lost in the Corridors of the Arena in Blindfolds
I’ve seen Counting Crows and the Wallflowers before. I’ve even seen them together before. I was invited to sometime in mid- to late-high school before I knew either of them well and it was a time I couldn’t really have…