Writer • Artist • Podcaster

Paul Matthew Carr

Blogging about silly things and making things
up and then attempting to convince
people they are proper stories.
Talks into microphones as well.

TEMPTATIONS

& Tresspasses

BIG IDEAS

Amateur Philosophy

DIFFICULT BEAUTY

Prog Rock

LIFE THRU

Art

1970s

Nostalgia

WHAT ARE

You Reading?

  • The Monster of Frankenstein is an odd duck of a comic. It never seemed to know what it wanted to do with its premise [...]

  • On my 16th birthday, my brother gave me a copy of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and it changed my life forever. Not really. It would be nice if it did, if it worked that way. Like a movie, all [...]

  • On Saturday, November 23rd, 1963 at approximately 16 minutes and 20 seconds past 5 pm the greatest cultural achievement ever created by human beings premiered on British television [...]

  • My first trip to the Faraway Lands came through a Magical Box and was quite unexpected. It happened when I was seven years old and grounded. Now, to my knowledge, there are three ways to get to the Faraway Lands. [...]

  • It’s my birthday today, so here’s a little thing I wrote more than 10 years ago about getting older. See? Even this post is aging. Still is relevant though.  I’ve always enjoyed getting older. That may come as a surprise [...]

  • Me as a Colorado Rockies fan on Opening Day: "This is so exciting! I think they really have a chance this year!" 24 Hours Later: "Oh well. There's always next year I suppose." [...]

  • It is a question we’ve all been asked at least once at some point in our childhood. And the answer, at least for me, would change depending on the time and place or the frame of mind I was in. [...]

  • Once, a long time ago, I told you I would love you forever. I never intended to lie to you. I am back in San Francisco, the place where we once lived together. It has been … what now? 15 [...]

  • The past is not romantic. It is not an adventure. It is not a drama. It is neither a comedy nor a tragedy. It is not any of these things. But it is all of these things. Because memory cheats. [...]

  • And so begins the story of Danny the Car Wiper, William Burroughs’ sad but strangely uplifting story about a junky looking to score some heroin on Christmas Day. [...]