A Year of Songs

Southern California has more washed up stars than Mexican and Thai restaurants combined. Any AA or NA meeting is going

A rainy day toward the end of winter, 1973. A radiant young girl in an ancient,

I'll admit it. I haven't always been the paragon of street-smart, wised-up self-knowledge and steely-eyed maturity that I am today.

I used to drive around all night. I'd start out in Long Beach and drive west across the first bridge

Artistic, romantic types (like us singer-songwriters, yo) often seem to fall in love with goddesses and ghosts. Those conversant in

This is not a murder ballad. It's a song about a long-haul trucker coming to the realization that his

This was written when I was playing in punk bands and reflects the series of investigations into the JFK

Forget walking along the River Seine at twilight. There's something about eating french fries in your truck in

There was a time, in that lost era of my early manhood, when I judged life to be essentially a

Maybe they weren't Orpheus and Eurydice or Romeo and Juliet... but, for me, one of the great tragic love affairs