These tracks have nothing in common other than I discovered them listening to XM’s Loft. I didn’t want satellite radio, didn’t need it, but when Lee Abrams reached out and insisted they put a radio in my car I acceded, eventually. And the very first day I was blown away, when I heard Steve Miller’s […]

I was drinking Golden Cadillacs at the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar. It was a reward for finishing my thesis. A trip to Jackson Hole. Where it dumped four days straight and then the sun came out and turned the snow into corn up top and mashed potatoes down below. Yes, I skied Corbet’s, navigated the […]

I was in a ski movie. The best month of my life was spent in Mammoth Lakes, California, skiing every day during the month of May 1975. The season had not had an auspicious beginning. I’d broken my leg in a freak accident the first day out. But I recovered enough to hit the hill […]

Maybe it’s the weather. L.A. is hottest in September. It can be positively gloomy in June, overcast and cool, but in September, the sun bakes, and in October the Santa Ana winds usher in a season of wildfires. But the light is different. The light is fall, but the air is summer. And maybe this […]