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David Brandt • Essays
- Conversations with JB
- Human Rights Advocate
- The Complicated Dance
- Beauty in Solitude
- Vain Posturing
- One Fine Moment
- Films that Changed Me
- Punk in Context
- Bizarre Jobs
- In Front of People
- Visitor Center
- Ill Manners and Hope
- Theft and Hope
- The Promise Keepers
- It’s Spring
- High School Biometrics
- Horror
- My Tandy
- A Calm Place
- The James River Greens
- Strange Energy
- In the Shenandoah Valley
- The Flower that Became a Boy
Tag Archives: Appomattox
Punk in Context
The only punk rock music I really got into was the Dead Kennedys. A great guy I knew in high school, Jason, loaned me the records Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death … Continue reading
Posted in Counterculture, Punk
Tagged Appomattox, Collages, Counterculture, Dead Kennedys, Jello Biafra, Kroger, Major Label, Maximum Rocknroll, Nashville, Punk, Punk Rock, Scissors and Glue, Selling Out
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In Front of People
In high school, the senior play for the class just ahead of me was Bye Bye Birdie. I ran sound. Brian, who played the lead role, was a friend. My first instrument was bass, and the first guitarist I jammed … Continue reading
Ill Manners and Hope
My mouth was terribly dry. I was waiting for family at El Cazador, the only true Mexican restaurant in town. I figured that, when my family got there, I could go inside and order an iced tea. In front of … Continue reading
Posted in Morality, Society
Tagged Appomattox, El Cazador, Hip Hop, Kroger, Loud Music, Manners, Morality, Nice, Obscenity, Profanity, Rap, Redemption
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Theft and Hope
I went to the bank for a roll of quarters. As I handed him the ten-dollar bill, the teller asked if I was going to wash my car or do laundry. There was a teller I liked standing behind him, … Continue reading
Posted in Morality, Society
Tagged Appomattox, Bank, Confederate Boulevard, Crime, Drink Machines, Five Dollar Bill, Five Dollars, Laundromat, Laundry, Manners, Morality, Poor, Redemption
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High School Biometrics
A long time ago, I graduated from Appomattox County High School. Things were simpler then. Not better, but simpler. Maybe different is the right word. This was before the horrors of Columbine, before the War on Terror, before internet bullying, … Continue reading
In the Shenandoah Valley
I went to visit friends in Williamsburg, Virginia. There was a lot of American Revolution history there. They had the neatest visitor center—they even had a movie in a theater. The woman at the help desk was perfect—she gave me … Continue reading
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