A Night Outside

I walked out onto the patio with a glass of wine in my hand. On a bench was a young woman smoking a cigarette. I sat across from her and said hi. We talked for a little bit then she said to me,

“Can you do me a favor?” and I said “Sure.”

She was a lady, after all. If maybe a bit young, unshapely, frizzy hair up in a bun (it was a wet winter)—at least she wasn’t a man.

“Can you get me a glass of wine?” she asked me.

“Oh…Sorry, no. I can’t.”

“Oh…Okay then. It’s just, I started this cigarette, and forgot to get my drink, and–”

“Wait, how old are you?”


“Oh! Okay. I though you were, like, sixteen, and you snuck in, and you were trying to get me to buy some shit, and I’m not going off to jail or anything. Who knows these days…”

“Oh! Haha, no, no, not at all…God, thank you! I didn’t know I looked so young. That makes me happy. I just was smoking and now here I am, and I can’t go inside…”

“Alright, well, you got cash? What do you want?”

“Yeah, uhm,” she fumbled through her bag, “here’s five, get me a glass of the house white—it’s exactly five.”

“Alright then.”

I went inside, bought her the wine (the bartender smiled at me, remarking how quick I had finished my drink), and went back outside.

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The Road Runner

In the thick of Desert Hills – a redneck, American small town north of Phoenix – I was house sitting for my parents. The dogs were fine other than their usual dog problems of elbow sores and anxiety. I fed them and let them out, then I napped and did it all again.

I had seen The Road Runner restaurant and saloon many times throughout my youth.

It sat on the side of the freeway, in New River – one of the deepest cuts of Phoenix ruralism, second only to Black Canyon City. Something piqued my interest, now that I’m old enough, to finally go and enjoy this cultural monument.

Groggy, I drove through the winding horse-lands of Desert Hills, Continue reading “The Road Runner”

The Turners

Outside of a Wendy’s parking lot, a man collects cans in a trash bag. His daughter is in a shopping cart playing with a doll.

“Daddy…It’s hot.”

The city of Phoenix hit a high of 117 degrees that afternoon and the people felt it. The heat followed them into their cars and into their psyche where it frazzled, fried and left them lethargic, limping over the crosswalks and crooked asphalt.

“I know, sweetie. Please, put some more sunscreen on.” Continue reading “The Turners”

Local First Arizona

At Local First Arizona, where I’m helping run a booth with cheese and brownie samples
It’s a pleasant fall afternoon in Phoenix
A man walks up with the biggest headphones I’ve ever seen, a striped tank top, a wide smile and a full beard
He grabs a bite sized chunk of Manchego cheese
“Whoa man! It’s a ticket for four samples”
He laughed
I was helping the next customer, when I caught this guy pulling the same crap again
“Listen, you gotta give us a ticket if you want some cheese”
“Haha it’s alright man. Ya know, I’m doing some really weird stuff right now but everything will be okay”
He laughed
I grinned
“Haha, alright dude! I getcha. Take it easy now!”
He turned around and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend
When I told this story to my manager, she laughed

Podcast with Owen

Hey guys! Owen was able to stop by and have a chat with me about his goings on. Have a listen 🙂

(we start talking about music stuff at around the 20 minute mark if that’s what you’re here for)

And hear his music here:

He’s also got a show on Christmas day at Crescent with Cherie Cherie, another one of my favorite local artists. Diners and Pro Teens will also be playing. Quite the bill!


And if you like Diners (and who doesn’t?) be sure to check out that podcast I did with Tyler also posted on this same site.

Podcast with Tyler of Diners

Hey folks! I was able to have my friend Tyler Broderick come over to my place and record an interview with him. Got to ask him some questions about recording, songwriting, Brian Wilson, and Shrek! Check it out, it’s a good listen.

Here’s some Diners links for ya: