The Suffering News Junkie
I used to be a news junkie. I loved being informed, loved editorials (so long as I agreed with them), …
East of Normal
Gimme, Gimme Some Ned
I get to write pretty much what I want to in this column. It’s a beautiful thing. I thought this …
Of Royalties and a Stiff Upper Lip
Stuck for a topic, I asked my editor, Moloch, what I should write about. “Write about your favorite band,” he …
Oh, for the Love of Moloch!
Whenever I submit this column, I get one of three responses from my editor, Moloch: 1) “That’s great. Thanks, Tommy!” …
The Glorious Gift of Gotcha
I live a pretty active life, and I enjoy it. Trouble is a lot of it doesn’t pay much. I …
Shades of Gray
I was sitting in a fan’s truck in St. Augustine, Fla., maybe seven or eight years ago, indulging in some …
You Say ‘Tomato,’ I Say …
What Would You Think if I Sang Out of Tune? Would You All Throw Tomatoes at Me? That was the …
Cancer, Chemo, and Evil Little Cameras
Cancer is a weird thing. Most people react – I gather – like life might be over and it’s time …
Dolly Dagger’s Jagged Edge
I hate Vanderbilt’s guts. I hate every brick, every squirrel. I won’t even drive by it. If ISIS had a …
The Coward, the Redneck, and Kenny Rogers
One of many neat things about Nashville is that sometimes you get to meet country music stars, young and old. …