Phil Circle's Roundabout Blog

Or why I keep getting lost in the arts

Phil Circle

Phil Circle
Location
Eau Claire, Wisconsin, USA
Birthday
April 12
Title
Da Boss
Company
Guilt By Association Records
Bio
Aw jeez, I have the worst time with this. So for now, it's best to keep it simple. I've been a writer since I could, a musician just as long, songwriter for 20 years, and make a living in the music end of things. I do occasionally write for publications, usually about music (but once about being nuts), have been acting (as if) for several years now, and have been working on two plays for the last 9 months. I like walks on the beach (since I can't swim), cooking, traveling, reading, but most of all...sleep. Ahhh, sleep.

This country was founded to do away with tyranny. Now many of Wisconsin have accepted a young and bought tyrant into the ranks of politicians. While corruption is unfortunately an almost given fact of politics, we the people are standing against it in a way we haven't in decades. I remain… Read full post »

It’s not all that hard if you give it a thought, Phil, really, it isn’t.

You need balance, don’t you?

Well, yes, you may never attain this much coveted thing, as most “sane” people lack it.

Let’s start there.

You are smarter and more gifted in many… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 2, 2010 10:55PM

One Night On The Santa Fe Railroad

Don't remember the year exactly, but it was probably some time around 1990. My parents moved from their second home of more than a decade in Wilmette, a north suburb of Chicago. My Dad had a wine cellar full of, well, wine and spirits with ages ranging back to my… Read full post »

My Dad used to love to complain about how stupid people can be. He once pointed out an example when we were driving through Ohio to go visit his brother, my Uncle John Circle, in Columbus. Pops preferred country roads to interstates, and as we approached a small town/… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 16, 2010 3:38AM

The Little Blue Honda Tour in Pause

I think I'm a little irritable right now. If someone would just turn off that fucking television, I'm a goddamned moth-to-a-flame and really want to get some work done. I don't care that I'm sick and drugged to the nines and should be resting...I HAVE WORK TO DO!!

Well… Read full post »

Just past Abilene en-route to Austin, we're moving with fair uncertainty. Upon arrival in Austin, apart from a few dimes left on the credit cards and in Megan's purse, we have no amount of cash. We're waiting for a couple of transfers to come through, but need money now/… Read full post »
Thomas Wolfe was wrong. Or at the very least, was wrought with two afflictions; the positive-minded vigor of Eeyore and the lack of a thesaurus defining home as more than an abode or a series of isolated childhood incidents. You can go home again.
 
Since leaving New Mexico in 1992… Read full post »
I came very close to starting this narration with the words where do I start? Having narrowly averted this time-tested writer's cliche--if only by entering the same parking spot via the alley--and then following it with a shaky metaphor that lands a bit too close to my topic, I have thereby… Read full post »
MAY 6, 2010 6:59PM

Goodbye Chicago...Chapter Three

He just turned forty-four, but people think he's younger if they don't know any better and think him older after one of his long weekends playing payless shows to small crowds and wearing himself out trying to gleen a living from what he sees now to be a hopeless scene.
MAY 6, 2010 2:39AM

Goodbye Chicago...Chapter Two

My Dad, father to six of us...me being the youngest and by no means the smartest...as I saw him and knew him, he always had the utmost faith in any individual’s ability to succeed…

 

(Chapter Two...Eleven years later…this would be non-linear narration)

 

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Age nine, a little blonde, blue-eyed kid from Wilmette gets off the "L" at Van Buren with his transistor radio, ear phone plugged in his right ear...the one that later lost 50% of its ability to hear as result of a q-tip accident. He's grooving to AM Radio and as he… Read full post »

I just woke up. It's Sunday. It's 2pm. I'm sitting in my torn jeans (they all are), no shirt (probably a bad idea, I need to do some sit-ups) and the D'ior robe I bought last week at the thrift store for a pajama party I played at. I'm nursing a… Read full post »