THE ROARING 20’s- Roll Credits

Tomorrow my roaring 20’s end as they began… out on Highway 61. Only this time it’s not just on record it’s on the road. I remember the Spring of 2004, shortly after I turned 20 there was one record I listened to more than anything else: Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 Revisited. I was obsessed with it, couldn’t put it away, you’d have to have NASA total up the amount of times I have spun this record. I’ve always wanted to take a road trip down south via Highway 61, the legendary blues highway Dylan mused about and countless other blues myths and legends have occurred along here as well. This is sort of a trial run as I don’t know how much of it I’ll get to cover but the goal is New Orleans as the terminus. At some point I’d like to travel all the way from Minnesota to New Orleans down the Great River Road. We’ll see.

As for the rest of my 20’s, in a rare occurrence I’ll be brief and blunt. Yeah, I had some massive highs and some crushing lows (Thanks for that one Craig Finn), put myself through a lot of gears, smashed my head into steel beams/pipes on multiple occasions (As recent as Monday!), and did things I’ll need to be more diligent about in my 30’s. The brain trust that has mainly been on the journey with me these past 10 years know all of the hilarious skeletons and ghost stories of the ragamuffin decade. I guess I’m waxing poetic about some of this because The Hold Steady’s new record Teeth Dreams is blasting in the background right now and they do it better than anyone else. The last great new record I’ll buy in my 20’s. Chances are some of those exploits are over-embellished because that’s the way the audience needs it! Despite all of the nonsense though I did make it out on the other side a little wiser. Here’s to 30!

“Time to grow up!” –The last great joke of my 20’s



I was going to post a long elaborate post telling the long winding road over the past 10 years in and out of school in attempt to get my Bachelor’s Degree in English from the University of Iowa. It became far too long so I’ll just stick with this for now and say, yeah, I’m done. I didn’t walk in a ceremony of any kind, that’s for the birds. A few outspoken members of my family really wanted me to walk in the ceremony, but as a reward to myself for plowing through these final roadblocks myself, I decided I wasn’t going to. It hasn’t set in that I’m actually finished. Not sure what I’ll do with all of this extra free time. More writing, more running? I think this Summer’s going to be great. I have some great shows lined up including Deer Tick, Heartless Bastards, Wilco, The Black Keys, and the two motherships: Lollapalooza in August followed by Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band at Wrigley Field in September. And all of this can be enjoyed, without the dark ominous cloud looming ahead of having to go back to school in the Fall. I’m DONE!

I had 15,000+ songs to choose from when it came to the right song to play after finishing my last test on Thursday. I went with the best, #1 with a bullet. The greatest song of all-time that felt like I was busting outta jail, the most triumphant song ever in my opinion…


I look to the future now with new sense of purpose and hope. Out of the ditch and back on the road, I’ll see you all out there on the highway. As for the immediate future, I think I’m going to get started on round #2 of the celebration. Good night, and good luck.