Tag Archives: mark kozelek

Walking down the unlit hallway of life

Posted on August 22, 2018 by pinklightsabre

Outside in the mid-afternoon there was just the sound of birds and kids and cars going by. It was too hot for anything, everyone hanging onto the edges by the shade. I’d gotten up when the church bells struck six … Continue reading →

Posted in death, Memoir, travel | Tagged John Pearse, journal writing, loss, mark kozelek, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nostalgia, parenting, sentiment, stream-of-consciousness, travel, Unlit Hallway, William Pearse writer | 24 Comments

The number 4 airshaft seam to Primrose Mine

Posted on May 13, 2018 by pinklightsabre

I woke at 4, fell back to sleep until 5, then dreamt again and got up. If dreams can be categorized the same as data (unstructured, structured, or semi-structured), then mine qualify as ‘semi-.’ I got to the trailhead early … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, musings, writing | Tagged aging, dream interpretations, father figure, identity, Issaquah Alps, mark kozelek, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer | 11 Comments

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

Posted on February 7, 2018 by pinklightsabre

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 →

Posted in Memoir, musings | Tagged creative nonfiction, journal writing, mark kozelek, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, sense imagery, William Pearse writer | 23 Comments

Trying on masks | Field notes from the Pacific Coast

Posted on July 1, 2017 by pinklightsabre

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 →

Posted in identity, Memoir, music | Tagged Bob Pollard, Brian Eno, Cadillac Kolstad, Chris Cornell, Christopher Cross, David Bowie, field notes from the pacific coast, John Pearse, Mark E Smith, mark kozelek, Memoir, MTV, Philip Seymour Hoffman, The Master, William Pearse writer | 6 Comments

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

Posted on May 7, 2017 by pinklightsabre

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 →

Posted in Memoir, music, travel, writing | Tagged Built to Spill, humor, Keep it like a secret, mark kozelek, Memoir, postaday, prose, sentimentality, sun kil moon, travel, William Pearse writer | 19 Comments

The end of nostalgia (no, not really)

Posted on September 24, 2016 by pinklightsabre

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 →

Posted in music, musings, writing | Tagged 90s nostalgia, creative nonfiction, mark kozelek, Mark Linkous, Memoir, nostalgia, red house painters, Sparklehorse, the green study, Walt Walker, waltbox, William Pearse writer | 15 Comments

Reed College walk, Portland

Posted on June 21, 2016 by pinklightsabre

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 →

Posted in musings, travel | Tagged Autumn, CNF, creative non-fiction, friends, Genesis, Guided by Voices, humor, mark kozelek, Memoir, mid-life crisis, Oil City, Portland, Portland strip bars, Reed College, Washington coast | 16 Comments