Archive for the 'personal failure' Category

My Head Hurts

Posted by Brendan on February 8th, 2008 filed in BAH, meta, personal failure

I am banging my head on the table right now, but I can’t tell you why.
A bunch of you DO know why actually, but because it’s part of the secret plan I’ve been working on for the past 6 months or so, and because I’m doing the whole thing all over again because now I’m [...]

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Salt, Meet Wound

Posted by Brendan on April 13th, 2007 filed in BAH, anger, personal failure, personal well-being

I wrote a post entitled Seething. Simmering. Coming to a Full Boil. in August 2006, detailing how my ex’s decision to keep the baby and then run away to Canada pulled the rug out of any realistic plans I had to pursue a career as a musician, which I’d been steadily sacrificing and working toward [...]

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Public Apology

Posted by Brendan on March 20th, 2007 filed in biography, personal failure

Unlike Arlen Specter or Richard Cohen, I firmly believe in apologizing when you’re wrong. Sometimes the apology can be a long time coming, and what follows is one of those instances. The story below does not portray me in a very good light, nor should it.
The other day, I bopped by my long-neglected [...]

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Andrew Cohen’s Series on Gonzalez

Posted by Brendan on March 16th, 2007 filed in Republican perverts, personal failure, politics, right wing dingalings

if you have not yet read it, Andrew Cohen’s four-part series on Alberto Gonzalez is a must read, a profile of a dirty, vile, and utterly immoral little man. if it were up to me, Gonzlez would be disbarred, tried for a variety of crimes including malpractice, unlawful execution, violations of ethical standards, and [...]

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(Working) Poverty

Posted by Brendan on November 21st, 2006 filed in anger, personal failure, plain pitiful, poverty

I finally gave my newly repaired van the chance to get on the highway this morning, and I am VERY glad I didn’t use it to pick up Sam. The distributor cap/rotor, coil, plugs, and wires have all been replaced, but when it gets up to about 50 mph, the entire chassis shakes so [...]

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On Putting It Down

Posted by Brendan on September 13th, 2006 filed in Rock-n-roll, country music, personal failure

I’ve been playing music and performing live for more than 20 years now, beginning with punk rock and hardcore bands when I was a teenager, a series of entirely unsuccessful (but lots of fun) hippy bands in college, and then some professional successes with Jim and Jennie and the Pinetops, The Essex Green, and UncleFucker. [...]

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How to do It

Posted by Brendan on August 5th, 2006 filed in anger, country music, parenthood, personal failure

Read the book with the kiddo and tell him to read along with you. A little encouragement goes a long way: I play guitar and sing for Sam when he goes to sleep, after we read stroies. When i told Sam he could sing along with me if he liked, I found it [...]

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Seething. Simmering. Coming to a Full Boil

Posted by Brendan on August 4th, 2006 filed in anger, parenthood, personal failure, revenge

One of my greatest worries when I found out I was going to be a father, and one of the most difficult to accept, has been the restriction of my career as a musician. I knew, especially after Melissa chose to stay in Canada, that touring would be difficult. With child support payments [...]

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Suitcase

Posted by Brendan on July 30th, 2006 filed in anger, biography, parenthood, personal failure

“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me,” Melissa said. “Sorry for calling back so quick, but when you were just talking to Sam, were you talking about his upcoming visit?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I was telling him how much fun we were going have.”
“That’s really funny,” she said, “because you know what he’s doing?
“He’s going through the apartment looking [...]

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Ghost Truck World

Posted by Brendan on May 16th, 2006 filed in biography, depression, parenthood, personal failure, writing

Moving to Philadelphia in January 1999 was the culmination of a really difficult year. I’d been with the same woman since 1992: both of us wildly dissatisfied with New Haven, Connecticut and the hole of crack, illy, and murder it was sinking into, we’d moved to Northampton Massachusetts together where I was enrolled at [...]

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