Category: Memoir

Tuba Times

Tuba Times Posted by John Manchester on March 1, 2012 at 4:00pm View Blog EDITOR’S PICK MARCH 1, 2012 8:59AM RATE: 21 Flag   Japanese war tubas  Three short Preludes and an Impromptu for Tubas, Piano, Violin, Pianist, Recording Engineer, Golden Girl, Razor Blade, Sex Toys, Editor of Sex Film (off stage), Orgasm Loop (faked; off stage),…


Down A Well

Down a Well Posted by John Manchester on February 28, 2012 at 4:00pm View Blog FEBRUARY 28, 2012 9:29AM RATE: 15 Flag Why have I been absent from OS since last summer?  I’ve been busy working, of course, but the real reason I’ve been gone is that I fell down a well. Not with a dramatic splash, but…


Steve Jobs – Acid Visionary

Until he died this week, I never paid much attention to Steve Jobs. I was vaguely aware of the dramatic ups and down in his career, and that he was some intense guy with a vision. I was too busy working on and playing with the products he created to notice to the man behind…


A Brief History of Dentisty

A Brief History of Dentistry Posted by John Manchester on July 11, 2011 at 3:30pm View Blog JULY 11, 2011 8:33AM RATE: 14 Flag Disclosure: I just finished that indispensable writer’s guide, Killer Headlines That Will Grab Readers’ Eyeballs (and Squeeze Until The Juice Rolls Down Their Faces) by Ellis Dee Trypp. So while “A Brief History” is mine…


Authenticity and the 60s

(NOTE: This post is a follow up to my article in salon.com:http://www.salon.com/life/feature/2011/06/18/father_after_death_open2011) “Teach your children well. Their father’s hell did slowly go by. And feed them on their dreams….” –Graham Nash Frank Sinatra is haunting Mrs. Muse and me. Not our house. We don’t wake to the sound of a ghostly rat pack stumbling around…


Convertible Dreams

EDITOR’S PICK MARCH 31, 2011 11:23AM RATE: 12 Flag Toyota Solara We bounced up the mountain on the dirt road, the undercarriage of our car clunking from time to time on one of the bigger bumps.  I was following the directions Alec had given me the first time we came to visit, thirty years ago – “Just take…


Late Breaking!

The L. Muses, Mr. and Mrs. have moved! To San Francisco! For 3 weeks in the dead of winter. Mr. Muse is reported to be “inexpressibly sad” at the prospect of leaving this backyard scene: For this: Mr. M. loves a sense of drama, and will miss the heart in mouth anticipation, hearing snow crash…


Plug-In Musicians

My dreams often come true. Not the little passing fancies, but those I dream with passion and duration. But there’s no guarantee as to when. Dreams can come true, but they’re often late. I imagine that’s because the dream fulfillment department is swamped with back orders. The angels working there – big, burly sweating angels…


Ghost Writer

I hear voices. Scornful voices. In my head. They whisper –“You’re not a real writer.” ”No one’s published your book. You’ve never written for the New York Times or the New Yorker. Real writers…”  I do my best to ignore them and keep writing. The same voices used to say, “You’re not a real composer. You’ve never received…


I was a teenage Beatle

One afternoon in January of 1964 I went to my best friend Bobby’s house after school. I heard a racket coming from upstairs, a sound unlike anything I’d ever heard.  “What’s that?” He shook his head, little sisters. “Abby. She’s been playing that song nonstop since yesterday,” Over at Bobby’s the next afternoon that song was still…


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