Frankenberry's Attic

When you’re trying to write something new but ya got nothin’ but bad poetry you think to other avenues, maybe compile some of your parodies from the last couple of years into one post as a distraction, something you wanted to do anyway. The bad poetry can wait, It’ll always wait. (to Elvis Costello’s “Pump… Continue reading

The usual at least once a week stop at the grocery store was in order tonight. I jockey it back and forth from Tuesdays to Wednesdays as it’s important to change things up, don’t wanna be too predictable in the schedule for those sketchy bulky guys who surely have heavy foreign accents and have been… Continue reading

So I have this friend from my WVU days, Rob Eldridge, who plays guitar, something I’m most envious of, and back in January he posted a little ditty, as he called it, an instrumental just around a minute long and, at the time, I noted that it was waaaaay too cool. Simple and bluesy, from… Continue reading

Going back a few years on this one as I rummage around in the Attic. A Tiger’s Tale I tried to catch tigers by the tail when I was small mom told me how but I always woke up tigerless like I do now trying to catch sleep instead as elusive as those tigers instead… Continue reading

So Then Sunday Twice – Apologies From Guyville Every now and then I’ll do a random dive in the Attic, pick a month in the scroll down and then read whatever that month had to say “back in the day”, see just where I was at when I wasn’t old or at least when standing… Continue reading

As with last week and a So Then Sunday this is something from finding an instrumental at our production site that I liked and writing/singing to it. Something about exes. From last March. She said where have you been because ya seem lost Feel like I’m living a fever dream but at what cost Where… Continue reading