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“I was being observed through the dining room window by Kathy and Alma, who were laughing uncontrollably at the dissonant sight of a grown and graying man in a Mickey Mouse T-shirt given over completely to a ponderous, pulsating rage.” The madness of Jerry DeNuccio.
“A coal miner’s only daughter, Kim had a pugnacious discernment, and she knew all the dirt on everyone in that part of Appalachia. She also had a tiny blue dot tattooed on her chest, leftover from her battle with cancer when she was a teenager.” Ann Henry-Callahan has a story about “Low Rider.”
“Greg loved ‘Stairway to Heaven.’ He used to stroll down the corridor of our dorm, plucking out the opening arpeggios over and over on his acoustic guitar.” The song that kickstarted Tom Hutt‘s new life.
“I thought about some of the places I’ve haunted–the places I could feel safe, hidden away from a world that gets to be too much sometimes. And those are the kinds of places I’d like for my eternal rest.” Ken Honeywell considers eternity.
“I was 20 years old and I was having a bad trip. For those who’ve never had one, I’m afraid that phrase woefully undersells the experience.” Why Matt Gonzales loves “Candy Says.”
“He knew; I didn’t know shit. Which is why I stayed, stealthily (I hoped) behind the curtain, longing to look longingly across the street. Stealing furtive glances so as to not be obvious, obviously I was just doing my homework.” What The Doors’ “The Spy” meant to Sean Murphy.
“I told my wife I needed to see a counselor, but I didn’t tell her that I know exactly how much Tylenol it takes to kill a man.” An unforgettable piece about an unforgettable song by Michael Nagel.
“That night, we sleep on the beach by the train station in Oceanside. My broiling eyelids wake me the next morning. Jody is already awake, lounging on her sleeping bag, waifishly beautiful, literally surrounded by flirtatious surfer boys.” What Joni Mitchell’s “California” means to Liz Main.
“It only took a moment for me to realize I had misunderstood him. We had been talking about a sweatshirt that one of us had forgotten at a friend’s house.” Davey Davis may or may not clear up the confusion.