Hot Pink Hangover

It’s been a concerningly quiet fall for HPH. As much of the world continues to hunker down, we’re in a holding pattern, waiting for a signal that it’s okay to resume our humble sonic quest and hoping that we…

Lately, when I think about humanity, I wouldn't say that I'm overtaken with feelings of warm-fuzzies. With political forces creating division among us, a pandemic making us fearful of one another, and a commute where it often feels like…

The other night, we were on our way to a show in our trusty road vessel, Vanna White. It had been many weeks since any of us had stepped foot onto a stage and we were all in good…

Imagine a list. On this list are the people you could count on to bail you out of any situation, no matter how foolish or dire the request. You could call, and regardless of what you’re interrupting, or the…

Being that the world is in utter chaos, I take comfort in knowing that there are so many experts on social media who are offering complimentary guidance on everything from disease control to environmental policies. I threw away my collection…

In search of a refreshment to enhance our carport grilling experience, Danny Rampage & I faced the heat yesterday with a sweltering stroll to the neighborhood liquor store. We gazed inside the beer cooler at the dazzling array of selections…

When I was a kid, the only people I ever saw with tattoos were my dad's biker friends and the exotic characters I'd run across while leafing through National Geographic magazines. Each time I encountered someone with a…

Over the weekend, Danny Rampage and I decided to try out one of the restaurant patios in Saint Paul, since they have just been allowed to begin serving customers again. You all know I love to cook, but after…

A blood-red sunset had painted over the Mississippi sky when our bus pulled up to the farm. Appropriate, considering where we were. Uniformed facility workers greeted us with smiles and a chocolate cake on a silver platter, while inmates…

As I mentioned in the last entry, I've been doing some spring cleaning. While venturing into the depths of my closet, I came across a pile of faded letters and after pouring over their contents, I'm grateful to have lived…

Since I've been spending so much time at home lately, I decided to clean out my closet. I have a little "keepsake box", inside of which is proof of some of my life's accomplishments (should anyone ever care about them…

I've lived a lot of places. My parents were fairly transient as I was being raised, and so I got to experience everything from a shitty old trailer house in Williston, ND, where my dad worked the pipeline, to a…