For the sake of setting the record straight, I feel I must tell of my encounters with the Duke boys.
For a year or so, probably from age 15 to 16, I took guitar lessons at a little music store in Green Hills. It was one of those tiny, stereotypical stores where the sheet music took up most of the space. (continue reading…)
From time to time, to supplement my erratic income, I have worked on families’ computers usually cleaning off all the junk their kids put on them. I started doing this when I realized how little parents know or can be bothered with how much their kids screw up their computers. Unfortunately, due to my lack of any kind of advertising budget and parents aforementioned lack of care, the business never really took off. And as game as I was at first, my advice to these parents eventually degenerated into “Buy a Mac.” (continue reading…)
[This piece appears in All the Rage.]
We live in a cynical little world where reality television stars are chewed up, spit out, and thrown up on by Tara Reid literally within fifteen minutes. So it was with some smart-assed how-crazy-will-this-be attitude that I approached the Nashville Star auditions at the Wildhorse Saloon last weekend.