East of Normal – The East Nashvillian

Jack was a little bunny. He had a white fluffy tail, soft, colorful fur, and long fuzzy ears. He liked carrots and lettuce. He wrinkled … more

A guitar is a good friend. If you want it to be. Perhaps lover is a better word. (Lovers tend to cost more money than … more

I’m fascinated by televangelists. Ninety-nine percent of them are going straight to hell if I have anything to say about it, but I doubt I’ll … more

I like my life. I really do. I’ve made out like a bandit: great family, cozy home, made it as a second-string cult artist. I … more

Some people — many people, actually — scream a lot. They don’t necessarily make any noise or open their mouths; their faces may be blank … more

There used to be a jive-ass writer of self-help books named Peter McWilliams. He’s dead now. His books were always printed with large type and … more

I don’t eat very much, or very well, for days at a time. What saves me is that my wife is an excellent cook and … more

When I was 16, in July or August 1979, I bought the only Clash album in the Sound Shack, which was the only record store … more

I used to be a news junkie. I loved being informed, loved editorials (so long as I agreed with them), and watched the Sunday morning … more

I get to write pretty much what I want to in this column. It’s a beautiful thing. I thought this issue I’d tell you of … more