This past week I've been listening, for various reasons, to Springsteen, Bowie (primarily Low) and Freakwater (primarily Thinking of You . . . ). Which is an odd enough mix to possibly explain the recent rather trying days. Elvis is dead and I don't feel so good myself.
Two pieces, one in Westword (my first appearance there: a slightly abridged version of the Weezer) and one in Boulder Weekly (my fourth: Foo Fighters), published this week.
I write; therefore I am published in Colorado.
The Foo Fighters piece, a talk with drummer Taylor Hawkins formatted oral history style, worked better at conception so I'm posting here.
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