It could only make you stronger

Mmm-nnnh. Mmmm-nnnh.

Expect the best of/from your collaborators. Give the best of yourself. Model what you want to see. Be them before they show up. Your tribe is out there, even if you hack away at it all alone for a long time.

I don't know or want to know where the drive crossed into being fueled by pain and chemicals more than just the drive, but he chased it and left the lab as much as he needed to.

Get your shit done at home and then get out there.

Pointless Radio Reviews: Walking in Memphis

I decided to review what’s playing on retro pop radio. Because somebody had to.

“Walking in Memphis,” Marc Cohn. 1991.

Grunge era-worthy voice gravel with shiny 1990 production. This is what you would hear emanating from a small Emerson AM/FM perched on a cube divider while working at your Compaq at a homebuilders’ association office on Silver Spring Drive in Milwaukee in late 1991. 

Meaning, not by choice. Next.

I'm actually thinking about yesterday.

Another loss. My age, my experiences, some of them, anyway.

I always dug this track more than their name-maker. This second single is just as lush, but tinged with loss.

I think Mike taped this one for me. On side two was something dissimilar, like Big Audio Dynamite. Or maybe that's not so different. It sounds like summer to me, the end of that first free summer of mine in 1991. It sounds like the distant blue line of lake and sky I'd stare at day after day, as much as I could.

Have faith.