Live From The Grayish Carpet

Life on the Other Side of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll

I Cringe, Therefore I Am

Back in the punk rock days of early 80s Boston, there was always a reason to go out. There were shows, parties, and after-parties, and if nothing else was going … Continue reading

February 17, 2015 · 2 Comments

Here Comes the Regular

I thought that since I posted about aging a few months ago,  it was too soon to write about it again. But then I checked my archives and found out … Continue reading

February 17, 2015 · 1 Comment

A Decidedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again

A month ago, after I discovered the photos I’d left in my storage space,  I posted a photo on my Facebook wall of me and Eddie Vedder in Amsterdam.  I … Continue reading

February 17, 2015 · 3 Comments

This Is My Confession

When my friend Nancy asked what was going on with my memoir, I told her I wasn’t writing it.  I waited for her to ask why — it was a … Continue reading

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A Remembrance of Things Past, and the Lack Thereof

I’ve been avoiding going to my storage space since August of 2010, when I moved (or “moved”) to Australia. I was convinced that the evidence of my former life would … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

Just Checking In, or Still Fucked, But Less So

I didn’t make a decision to stop posting back in February, or even to take a break.   Time  just got away from me, as it tends to do, and … Continue reading

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My Back Pages

I wrote once before that I’d tell anyone anything except how much I weighed.    It’s not true. I won’t tell anyone that I was molested in nursery school.  It’s … Continue reading

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Red Carpet Rules and the Ghosts of Grammys Past

I started this blog on February 13, 2011,  known as Grammy Sunday to marketers the world over. I was at my Dad’s house, parked on a gray carpet, blogging away … Continue reading

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Kenny from South Park and the Importance of Being Walter

Until March, when I took care of Walter and Kenny for my friend Rachael, I didn’t understand the whole dog thing. I loved Hoover, my father and stepmother’s dog, but … Continue reading

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The Days of Wine and Roses

No great shakes here in the present, so I’m once again writing about the past.  I went to a Rain Parade/Dream Syndicate/Three O’Clock/Bangles show at the Fonda on Friday night, … Continue reading

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Yeezus Walks

I have no problem with North West.  It would have been cooler to call her True West, Best of the West or Dottie West, to be sure, but, ultimately her … Continue reading

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Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

I’ve spent the last 14 weeks dogsitting. That’s why I haven’t been blogging; I blog out of a desire to connect, and despite being dogs, Walter and Kenny have met … Continue reading

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Older, Wiser, and Happy to be Half-Assed

Yesterday was my birthday.  As soon as I woke up, I thought about everything I told myself I’d do to mark the day:   quit smoking, lay off the caffeine, … Continue reading

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