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That Night Walt Curtis Hit On Me

When I read that Portland poet Walt Curtis had died at 82, it reminded me of a different Portland. For all my precarious existence back then, I loved it. I arrived in Portland in 1982, at the worst possible time. … Continue reading

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The Joy of the Broken Urinal Blues

Half the world has no idea what it is like for a guy to piss in a rock and roll club.  Women are better for it. Last week I went out to see my buddies in the band Volcker.  (Yea, … Continue reading

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