Thank You, Taylor Hawkins

The passing of celebrities or musicians rarely guts me to the point of shedding tears. And even though I didn’t know Taylor Hawkins, I knew him. It’s the same Taylor Hawkins who, although born in Texas, developed his love for classic rock right here in Southern California by going digging at local record stores. The … Continue reading Thank You, Taylor Hawkins

What Now?

In my last post, I casually mentioned that I didn’t want to enter my Golden Years a broken, hot mess. That seems ambitious but the reality of it is that both your body and Father Time have other plans. And they really don’t give a shit what you think. Let’s start with my rotator cuff … Continue reading What Now?