Musing – Clay Russell

There is a little game with which I amuse myself in which I take my age, or that of other people, and figure…

I was in the Brentwood neighborhood of Los Angeles and wanted to go to the airport. I tapped the Uber app on my…

It was unclear in my dream how I came to such a state of urgency vis-à-vis my housing situation. But urgent it was,…

Fifty years ago today, Frank Sinatra stepped into Studio 1 at Western Recorders in Hollywood. The building isn’t called that anymore—it’s still a…

I awoke this morning from a dream in which I was having a meal in the Walnut Room at Marshall Field’s State Street…

In recent years, friends have tagged me on Facebook asking for lists of favorite records and favorite books. I sighed a little when…

Already the snideness has begun. “We get it. You vacationed in Paris.” “Suddenly everybody is French.” Some among us have taken to social media…

Earlier today, I found myself prostrate with guilt when I realized that, as a child, I had chosen a favorite dinosaur not because…

I was born and spent my early years in Houston, and I lived there again in several stretches as an adult, so I…

Not long ago, a friend tagged me on Facebook to participate in a “10 records in 10 days” exercise in which you describe…

Clay Russell