Keith Richards and Chuck Berry had one of the most complicated relationships in rock history. Complicated because the love was total and the professional reality was often difficult. Berry was famously demanding in performance situations — insisted on being paid in cash before he played, refused to rehearse with backing bands, arrived at venues with … Read more
The pressure of being Michael Jackson in a recording studio during the peak of his commercial career was a pressure that very few people in the history of popular music have been required to carry. After Thriller — after the most commercially successful album ever released transformed every expectation that surrounded him — every subsequent … Read more
The architecture of Led Zeppelin’s mythology has always distributed its attention unevenly. Jimmy Page is the guitarist-magician, the occultist-producer, the man behind the curtain and simultaneously the man at the center of the stage. Robert Plant is the voice and the hair and the mythological presence — the golden god, as Cameron Crowe famously and … Read more
My grandfather Walter Emmett Briggs was, to my understanding for the first thirty-four years of my life, three things: a veteran, a quiet man, and a biker. The order in which I understood these things was reversed from the order in which they actually mattered, which is something I think about now when I think … Read more
The Sunday my congregation left me was the second Sunday in April, which I remember because the dogwoods were flowering outside the windows of Calvary Road Community Church and I had taken that as a hopeful sign that morning, which teaches you something about the reliability of dogwoods as omens. I had been the pastor … Read more
I spent twenty-six years as a law enforcement officer in a county that had, during most of those years, a significant and complicated relationship with the Copper Saints Motorcycle Club. I made a lot of arrests in those twenty-six years. I made one arrest that I think about more than most. His name was Eddie … Read more
My son Caleb is small for his age. Always has been. At twelve, he was the height of an average nine-year-old, which was in his genes — I’m five-four, his father is five-seven — and which had been mostly fine in elementary school, where size differentials are manageable and the social cruelties are still relatively … Read more
I was seventeen years old and I had been driving for exactly eleven months when my front left tire blew out on Highway 12 at nine-thirty on a Friday night. The blow-out was so sudden and violent that I screamed before I’d processed what was happening — one second the car was moving normally and … Read more
I have run the Thursday Evening Reading Circle at the Harmon County Public Library for twenty-one years. In that time we have read one hundred and twelve books, lost seven members to death, gained twenty-three new members, had one romantic relationship develop between attendees that resulted in a marriage. I was honored to attend, and … Read more
I have been an emergency medicine physician for nineteen years. I’ve worked in level one trauma centers in two cities, I did a year of humanitarian medicine in West Africa, and I’ve spent the last eight years in a regional hospital that serves a three-county area with a population that includes farming communities, a mid-size … Read more