I am a freelance music journalist and the publisher of Write On Music.

My writing has also been published by various outlets, including No Depression, AOL Spinner, The Seattle Post Intelligencer, and Blogcritics, where I was the Senior Music Editor (2011-2012) and Assistant Music Editor (2008-2011).

I've interviewed and profiled such artists as Jakob Dylan, Meiko, Tony Bennett, Lucinda Williams, Alan Parsons, Kate Nash, Neil Finn, Allen Toussaint, Susanna Hoffs, Daniel Lanois, Charli XCX, Christina Perri, Rod Argent, Colin Blunstone, Buddy Guy, and many more.

I also write about my current battles with several chronic autoimmune illnesses and the extensive history of my health in general.

Check out my photography blog.

My grandfather died yesterday. 

We’d gotten a call that he was not doing well, and so we raced up to the hospital facility where he was staying. I walked into the main hallway just as paramedics were wheeling my grandfather out, still alive and looking agitated. They rushed by so quick I didn’t have a chance to say anything to him; he didn’t even know I was there.

The paramedics took him to the emergency room, which is across the street from the facility. When I got there I was escorted to a hallway inside the ER, where the head nurse told me that my grandfather had suffered cardiac arrest and that doctors were trying to revive him.

After about 20 minutes, a doctor came into the waiting room where I was along with my mother and a kind lady who was the hospital’s chaplain. The doctor was incredibly impersonal, and spoke like he was reciting a grocery list: “He suffered cardiac arrest and we were able to revive him, but then he suffered another one. He died at 9:33.” And he walked out. No “I’m sorry for your loss.” Nothing. Even the chaplain said that the doctor “had no bedside manner.” 

I know he was sick. He’d turned 89 just last week; I know he wasn’t immortal. But he was everything to me, and I honestly cannot envision how my life will take shape or evolve without his presence within it. I’ve lost too many family members already; you’d think I’d know how to deal with this kind of thing by now. But this time I literally do not know how to grieve, how to act, what to feel, and certainly not how to move on. I’m lost. I loved the man.

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Posted at 12:23pm and tagged with: grief, loss, bereavement,.

Paul Weller & Amy Winehouse - “Don’t Go to Strangers” (Live in 2006)

Remembering Amy Winehouse, who died three years ago today…

Posted at 10:47am.

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torifiles:

Tear In Your Hand (Live in Frankfurt, Germany, 2005/06/28)

Posted at 5:10am.

donaldgibsonphotography:

photograph I took of my cousin, Julia

Posted at 3:43am and tagged with: photographers on tumblr, portrait,.

donaldgibsonphotography:
photograph I took of my cousin, Julia

Got to see my cousin, Julia, yesterday while visiting our grandfather. She’s 17 now, and beginning to look at colleges and thinking of what she wants to do with her life. I just can’t get over how fast the years have gone by. I remember when her biggest ambition was to nag her parents into buying her a Slurpee. 

Posted at 8:01pm.

Hunter S. Thompson (via wordsnquotes)

Posted at 9:23am.

I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.

donaldgibsonphotography:

Today is my grandfather’s 89th birthday.

I took this photo of him a few weeks ago; I’ll be visiting him later today and will get a few more photos then.

Posted at 5:47am.

donaldgibsonphotography:
Today is my grandfather’s 89th birthday.
I took this photo of him a few weeks ago; I’ll be visiting him later today and will get a few more photos then.
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voicesandsounds:

Posted at 8:19pm.

Blues/rock legend Johnny Winter has died at the age of 70.

http://consequenceofsound.net/2014/07/r-i-p-johnny-winter-blues-legend-dead-at-70/

Posted at 4:21am.

Blues/rock legend Johnny Winter has died at the age of 70.

http://consequenceofsound.net/2014/07/r-i-p-johnny-winter-blues-legend-dead-at-70/