Tag Archives: mark kozelek

Cord vs. chord, “ribbed fabric, especially corduroy”

Posted on February 7, 2018 by

I texted Lily a Spotify URL for a song while they were at dance lessons: my other favorite singer Mark (Kozelek), in hopes she’d find a connection with him. For a month I drove to work with the same playlist, … Continue reading →

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Trying on masks | Field notes from the Pacific Coast

Posted on July 1, 2017 by

It’s almost over! This is a series of posts I started in late May and have published daily for 35 days now. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with side-story memoir scenes wrapped by a few … Continue reading →

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Fugue in G Minor (“keep it like a secret”)

Posted on May 7, 2017 by

It was hard to understand my relationship with that CD. I remember the day I bought it in Portland my last visit to Loren before Germany. I knew the record but felt I should own it on CD, I only … Continue reading →

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The end of nostalgia (no, not really)

Posted on September 24, 2016 by

First I need to come clean and say I’ve got one more 90s piece I’m sharing tomorrow even though I said I wouldn’t. It’s told by a musician trying to make it in Seattle pre-grunge who left for New York … Continue reading →

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Reed College walk, Portland

Posted on June 21, 2016 by

Spooling around southeast Portland with my childhood friend Loren, the guys with beards pouring growlers and pints at the neighborhood bottle shop flipping records, preparing dishes with fresh oysters, grated horseradish, a bed of sea salt. Past the antique shops where … Continue reading →

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Not yet remembered

Posted on April 18, 2016 by

I sometimes wear Eberhard’s Stetson to get Charlotte at school, and stand outside with the other parents waiting for her to appear in the doorway — and when she does and sees me with the hat, she turns pink and walks ahead … Continue reading →

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The world of nameless birds

Posted on October 16, 2015 by

The cemetery birds sing a more soulful tune in the dark of the tree’s last leaves, like ghosts, most pass by unseen, real for just a moment, it seems. And the cemetery rocks look the same as any other stones, the … Continue reading →

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