On the day you rode out of town for the last time, the west took you into her arms. The stars in the kingdom whirled overhead to light your way as you rode between canyons of red rocks. Coyotes gathered along the ridge to howl your name into the great vastness that waited for you. There were no more songs for you to sing, no more tall tales to tell,...
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“Full of rage and fury and hate Here to obliterate your church and state Down with the government so we can be free We are Satanarchy!” With that immortal incantation, the Reverend Davey Wicked ushered in the dawn of a new musical age. The reign of Satanarchy had begun and the landscape of punk rock was irrevocably changed forever. The faces of the...
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I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate the holidays during 2020. Reflecting on the turbulent and emotional events of the past year didn’t leave me feeling particularly thankful or put me in the “Christmas spirit.” By the time Christmas Eve rolled around, my mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. Past Christmas Eves were spent with family and extended family....
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It’s strange that burnout hit me so early in my life. I pushed my personal life and hobbies aside to make way for long hours and weekend shifts, and after years of this routine, I found myself exhausted and creatively deprived. A couple of years ago, I took stock of my life and realized I needed to rediscover some of my old passions, one of which was...
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There are a few things that make me think of my grandfather. I think of him when I hear Johnny Cash sing about God and death. I think of him when the sunset casts the West in an orange glow. I think of him when I hold his old Buck knife in my hands, turning it over and over, opening and closing the blade, balancing it on my fingertips. I think of him when...
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