Book Keeping: A Reader's Community



Music came to me in a spotty, haphazard and completely disjointed way, and it wasn’t until a few years ago, when I started writing the novel Monday, Monday, a novel that begins in 1966, that I found I had suddenly tapped into one of the richest veins in American music.


I imagine them driving en masse and on dates into Hollywood to see the Cramps, the Specials, the Blasters, a local rockabilly group from Downey, or the quintessential LA punk band, X, at the Roxy, the Whisky, or Madame Wong’s in Chinatown.


I think music can be a more powerful form of argument than verbal argument.


Fellow Mortals often sounds dour when I describe it to people, but I really don’t see it that way.


A list of songs rooted in Brooklyn, chosen specially for Valentine’s Day.