Author Archives: dsamarov

Most mornings during the week I spent at my parents’ place started with this view from their kitchen. My father would come in and make coffee and put out food from the refrigerator and we’d talk. Then sometime later my mother would come in. He’s always been an early-riser and she never seems to goContinue reading “Talks in Kitchens & Bookstores”

A few weeks ago on a Wednesday night at the Honky Tonk in Pilsen three of my friends played a set of loose, meandering tunes. I’ve never heard them all play together but I’ve heard (and sketched) Azita, Sam, and Bill play dozens of times around Chicago over the last 20 years. We’re spoiled withContinue reading “Smartphone Surrender”

Before I tell you about what happened—or rather didn’t happen—this weekend, early last week Make Literary Magazine published a piece I wrote about spending time at Jinx Coffee in the late ’90s. I’ve logged a lot of time at a lot of coffee shops but that one was probably the one that mattered most.  Also: This coming FridayContinue reading “Erratic Behavior”