Chuck Perrin

we’re drifting down this wide river where no one has been before through unexplored country wild – often stupidly violent and fearful, but mostly beautiful intimate and nurturing harmoniously brilliant and sleek yet sometimes obsequious and so silly thick with scores of frightened sleepwalkers who ask no questions and only take what comes eternal hobos… [ read more ]

A space opened at home on one wall of a spare bedroom, so I took it as a sign. I put in some bookcases and pulled my vinyl record albums out of their crates and boxes from the various spots where I had them stashed. With much joy and anticipation, I moved my Thorens turntable… [ read more ]