Musing – Clay Russell

I’ve created some excellent book titles that cry out for books to be written around them. I don’t have time to write the…

My iPhone 14 Pro is the first device I’ve owned that uses facial recognition for logins of websites and the phone itself. I’ve…

When I woke up today, the light seeping in beneath the blinds on the bedroom window was a lighter shade of gray than…

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…

Clay Russell