memoir Archive

Old Dog, New Trick

As a kid, like so many of my generation, I harbored dreams of becoming a rock star. And failing that, I wanted at least to become a musician. But for reasons lost to the mists of time, I went with piano as my instrument of choice. My dear parents were wary: neither of them could

Miss Adventure

Note: For this, my 1500th blog entry, I’m taking a look back in time. The events described herein took place more than a year and a half ago, so please take the specific details with a grain of salt. I find that I had to wait this long to allow the events to settle in

Five Years!

Today, July 30th, marks what I consider the Official Anniversary of this Musoscribe blogzine. Five years ago today I began what would quickly become a daily blog: every business day since, I’ve posted something here – an interview, a review, an essay – generally in the 500- to 1100-word range. At right: Bill Kopp with

Bonus Weekend Post: Call Me “Steve Asheville.”

I needed some chimney work done this week, so on the recommendation of a Facebook friend, I called a local business. When I spoke to the guy, his name (Joe Carlson) sounded familiar. I asked him if he was also a musician (in Asheville, you have to be one of those, a poet, a massage

Iggy in ’80

It was 1980. I was all of sixteen, and enrolled in a private high school that had only gone co-ed the year before I started 9th grade. I lived in the white-bread suburbs of North Atlanta, and my idea of going to “the city” was getting my Dad (or one of my friends’ dads) to

Preview: My Bonnaroo 2013 (Mis)adventures

I had a fascinating experience last week: an adventure – no, perhaps misadventure is a more apt descriptor – in which I traveled to the Bonnaroo Festival with six-to-eight fellow concertgoers. (With apologies to David Sedaris: “Six to eight, you say?!” But the fuzzy count was a function of the trip’s overall character.) The short-short