Hot Tub Music Loop

I discover the name of a song that has been haunting me for 15 years…

go-to song

my go-to song on play volume up don’t care how often i play it because it’s never enough song will always go and i have no favorite part because it is all my favorite  i listen and i am whole again there is no other music song makes me look to the heavens question my…

when the lights go dark, i dance

This is June Bug. She puts on lipstick in the rear view window of her car as she sits outside a club with thumping bass. Dark red looks like velvet. Tastes like plastic wax.  June Bug looks at groups of people frolic into the club. Stroll in seemingly casually. And she feels an affinity with…

post-it poem

I’ve been diligently working to *have* inspiration (as if you can really have it, it just comes…), but nada.  You know, write these little plays or moments to share.  Something new.  Anyway, I had some great ideas, but nothing that really grabbed me and was like, “no, we’re not leaving until you wtite us down”.  But…

Play List

Mini play list for you all riffing of the song obsessions post. So, of course (again) This and this. Here are a couple of other songs that I was feeling when I wrote i stole lance armstrong’s bike:  Wild Horses – this is not the original, but I like her voice and that drifty, far-off quality…

The Man Who Sold The World

I have song obsessions. This is one of them. This song relates to i stole lance armstrong’s bike in that it was the impetus for the whole play. I will share that next, but first, a really long digression…  I warned you. Of course, I felt tremendously sad to hear the news of David Bowie. A…