Liner notes.
Life beyond the wire
The gravel road swallowed the dust of my parents' station wagon, and just like that, the rest of the world…
Softened up by history
The fluorescent tubes overhead were doing that low, persistent sixty-cycle hum, flickering against a drop…
Distressed retro line work
The drafting lamp was clamping down forty watts of yellow halogen onto an ugly particle-board desk. It had…
Fortune Teller
The second hand on the wall clock was dragging through seventh-period math. The air smelled like damp wool…
Sunbaked coconut rind
The trade winds had completely died down by two in the afternoon, leaving the air thick, salty, and humming…
Winneconne Secession of 1967
The fold was right where the river met the lake. You crease an official state highway map forty times on the…
Secondhand dust and bargains
The overhead fluorescents were doing that low, persistent sixty-cycle hum, flickering against a drop ceiling…
The Toledo War
Back in 1787, some cartographer with bad ink and a foggy lens botched the baseline. He drew Lake Michigan…
Grass stains and oranges
My right knee was already throbbing before the second inning even wrapped up. A Sunday afternoon on a…
Along the border lakes
The trail gave out about a half-mile back, traded for a mess of mossy granite shelves and black spruce roots…
Sticky floor watering holes
My boots were practically welded to the linoleum. It’s that unmistakable, sweet-and-sour grip of thirty years…
Worn ink and halftone
The knuckle was already bleeding, but you don't stop for skin when you're this deep into a seized-up…
Cash-only corner joints
It was a Tuesday. Or maybe Thursday. Time stopped keeping regular hours for me the second I sat down on that…
Deep in cabin country
It was 1:14 in the morning. Somewhere past mile marker 42 where the FM signal gives up, turns to white noise…
Next tape, straight to you.
One email when a mixtape drops. Nothing else, ever.