FoCoMX 2026 - Colorado's Independent Music Festival

It's known as "America's biggest little music festival," and it's coming up this weekend in Fort Collins, Colorado, the best music town you might not yet know about. Each spring the musical festival scene kicks off in a big way around the cool college town of Fort Collins, Colorado, home to Colorado State University. FoCoMX, or the Fort Collins Music Experience, is a two-day, all-Colorado music festival that virtually takes over Old Town Fort Collins with more than 400 bands playing at more than 40 different stages over forty-eight hours. As Fort Collins Musicians Association founder and President Greta Cornett says, "It's the most wonderful time of the year ... when the streets are alive with the sound of local music."

FoCoMX is the reason my wife and I moved to Fort Collins two years ago, and it is a truly one-of-a-kind music extravaganza that highlights the incredibly hip, fun, close-knit town in NoCo, or Northern Colorado. And if you are a music festival fan and have the means, you should not miss an opportunity to experience this very special event.

A River Runs Through It -- still running 50 years later

It was a story, a book of stories really, that never should have seen the spotlight. Written by a retired college professor about the art of fly fishing and relationships among fathers, sons, and brothers, A River Runs Through It was published by an academic press after being rejected numerous times from mainstream trade publishers and agents. And, alas, it became a phenomenon. 

Thanks to the titular novella, “A River Runs Through It and Other Stories” went on to sell more than a million copies, and is now considered a classic. It was adapted into an Academy Award-winning movie, directed by Robert Redford and starring Brad Pitt, and helped supercharge the fly fishing industry. And it remains beloved by generations of readers and writers.

“The novella is one of the great American stories of the 20th century, a lesson on how to write,” said the author Annie Proulx. “It’s romantic and erudite and filled with visceral excitements,” the author Thomas McGuane added. “And there is so much under the surface in this short work. It has a huge power-to-weight ratio.”

“A River Runs Through It” turns 50 this month. In getting to its exalted place, the book had to navigate a tricky set of rapids. Though it sailed through them, a question lingers half a century later: Would a book like this, with its regional setting and its male and outdoorsy focus, face different challenges in today’s publishing world?

That's a really good questions. If you've never read the novella or seen the brilliantly produced film from Robert Redford, give yourself a treat, explore a beautiful and beautifully written story, and decide for yourself.

Stand By Me - 40 Years Later

Ok, readers. I'm still here. It's been a busy couple weeks on my job search and preparation for a big move. But the blog is still active. And, as I finish up work on my book about Henry Thoreau and punk rock, I have decided to also finish writing about music, art, and culture for Westword and other local magazines. However, I will still write, and post here about all the things that catch my interest.

I went into the wood a lot as a kid. And looking back, my friends and I went into the woods for the same reason Henry Thoreau did - to "live deliberately." 

In the tech-driven, social-media-obsessed, AI-constructed world of 2026, it seems like images, posts, and articles about "the last great time to be a kid" are coming across the media feeds with increasingly regularity. Generation X, the last demographic to know life -- and childhood -- before the internet, are nostalgically reflecting on and even pining for the the halcyon days of our 1970s-80s coming of age. And with the 40th anniversary of the poignant, enduring film Stand By Me coming around, it's a time poised to remember our time in the woods.

Sarah Wildman (what a perfect name for the writer of this piece), an opinion editor for The Times, recently reflected on The End of the Free-Range ‘Stand by Me’ Childhood:

Last fall I watched the 1986 movie “Stand by Me” with my 12-year-old daughter, on a lark. She is the same age as the film’s characters, four boys who set out on a quest through the Oregon woods in search of a dead body. The soundtrack, a midcentury greatest-hits compilation — ranging from Buddy Holly’s “Everyday” to Ben E. King’s song that gives the film its title — was music of my parents’ generation: They both turned 13 in 1959, the year in which the film is set. The songs were an auditory madeleine of the summer I finished elementary school; I hadn’t thought of the film in years. The layered nostalgia I found in revisiting it as a parent was, predictably, not only for the era that “Stand by Me” depicts but also for the time when the movie premiered.

What took me by surprise was my daughter’s fascination. She has since watched the movie half a dozen more times, on her own, and read the Stephen King novella, “The Body,” on which it was based. It was she who realized the film turns 40 this year and insisted we attend an anniversary screening in a theater.
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The central premise of the film is, essentially, a postwar, middle grade “Odyssey.” The boys of “Stand by Me” — played by Wil Wheaton, Jerry O’Connell, Corey Feldman and River Phoenix — encounter obstacles: brutal or absent parents, a purportedly terrifying dog, bloodsucking leeches and a set of drag-racing teenage hoodlums who wield as weapons pocketknives and lit cigarettes. News arrives via overheard gossip (one boy learns the location of the dead body from his brother) or hand-held transistor radio. They live almost entirely outdoors. Along the way, they come to realize their friendships far outrank the prize of their discovery.

Henry David Thoreau -- wonderful new PBS documentary from Ken Burns Productions

He "went into the woods because [he] wished to live deliberately ... and not when [he] came to die, discover that [he] had not lived."

As Michael Pollan explains in the new PBS documentary Henry David Thoreau, when Thoreau said he meant to live deliberately that word "deliberate" was rooted in the idea of freedom. Challenging the norms and the changes that early 19th century America was experiencing, Thoreau went to live in a cabin on the shores of Walden Pond for two years to test the philosophy of transcendentalism and the ability of man to "live wild and free." The significance of his time at Walden and the writing he did there remains profoundly relevant in contemporary American society, and his legacy is all-too-deserving of the thoughtful and beautifully-produced mini-series from Ken Burns Productions.

As readers of this blog know, I am on a Thoreauvian kick myself these days, and for the past couple years, I've been working on a project which casts Thoreau in a new spotlight through a new lens. So, I am excited for this PBS special presentation, and I look forward to contributing to the discussion through my own unique take on "The Punk on Walden Pond."

Give it away, give it away, give it way, now!

A while back at an awards show Billie Eilish made a bit of stir, going off topic and asking the fabulously wealthy people in the room a simple question: "If you're a billionaire, ... why are you a billionaire? Give it away, shorties." 

Well, Craigslist founder Craig Newmark has been doing that for quite some time without any prompting, and he has some thoughts on such philanthropy. Newmark never set out to be obscenely wealthy when he started a simple web platform for classified ads, but once that became inevitable, he began giving the money way to all manner of charitable causes that he favored. Having signed the "Giving Pledge," made famous by Bill Gates and Warren Buffett, he has given away some $450 million over the years, and he is encouraging others to do the same.

Patriotism has always been important to me, in the founding father sort of way. We owe a lot to those who keep us safe. I give my money to organizations that help veterans and military families — people like my dad and others who served. I fund a public service campaign to help people avoid online scams because those really tick me off. I support independent, trustworthy journalism, the kind that holds leaders on both sides accountable and protects our democracy. I also donate to pigeon protection groups, because I like pigeons.

The world could use a lot more Craig Newmarks and Mackenzie Scotts.

How's Your Bracket?

I first published a version of this in March of 2021 for my column, Unpacking the Backpack. I've revised and updated it a bit.

“How’s your bracket?”

Every March that phrase replaces the standard “how are you, how’s it going, what’s up,” and it honestly leads to more authentic conversations than those other meaningless queries ever could. The coming of spring also brings about the NCAA basketball tournament where 64 college teams (or actually 68 with the advent of the play-in games - still a bit controversial in terms of seeing) try to dance their way to a national championship. But it’s more than a tournament, more than an athletic competition. It’s a nationwide interactive shared communal experience known as March Madness. And the password to join the party is “How’s your bracket?”

Filling out the bracket offers so much more than just a chance to predict basketball games and perhaps win the office pool. The bracket becomes an opportunity for personal connection, for it seems like March Madness is the one time a year everyone becomes a college hoops fan, much like everyone watches football on Super Bowl Sunday. The brackets are all about competition, but in the least divisive form you’ll ever find. The brackets and the NCAA tournament offer a chance for all people, even strangers in line at the coffee shop or in the ice cream aisle, to engage in a shared community experience.

Everyone is qualified to fill out brackets, and there are many systems for picking winners. My teenage daughter filled hers out by considering which college she’d be more likely to attend. In the college application game it was a fun way to explore places we’ve never considered. Drexel, for example, is a great business school in Philly, Gonzaga is a liberal arts mecca in beautiful Spokane, and Mizzou is the spot for journalism, including sports broadcasting. And who knew there were so many colleges in Pennsylvania? One year, former NBA star and TNT analyst Charles Barkley may have known, but he also openly admitted he didn’t have the slightest idea where Colgate is, which became a great source of good-natured ribbing from his broadcasting crew. This year everyone is asking what High Point University is, and where. It's in North Carolina, by the way. And it has quite an interesting story.

While anyone can win their pool, the chance of a perfect bracket is an astronomical one in 9.2 quintillion. From a sporting standpoint, the NCAA bracket of sixty-four teams and a win-or-go-home mentality is the ultimate equalizer and meritocracy. The tourney provides every school an equal chance to win, and the filling out of a bracket gives everyone a reason to care in a way casual fans aren’t always able. Bracketology is actually a thing - it’s the “science” of choosing your teams. The idea of the bracket has even expanded beyond the NCAA basketball championship, and there are now brackets for everything from Oscar-winning films to the best taco restaurants in Denver.

March Madness is a wonderful time of Cinderellas and bracket-busters, of Davids shocking Goliaths, and a time when hope springs eternal. Like spring training in baseball, March Madness is uplifting, a much needed feeling after our year of pandemic despair. And there are endless stories of life changing tournament moments. For example, 2008 found future NBA All-Star Steph Curry leading his underdog Davidson Wildcats to the Elite Eight and opening the door to one of the greatest NBA careers ever. Tiny Butler in Indiana became a national phenomenon because of its tournament prowess. And, few people had ever heard of Valparaiso University until the father-son team of Homer and Bryce Drew danced their way to the Sweet Sixteen in 1998.

Obviously, it's just a basketball tournament, but filling out a bracket seems more special. Common experiences are the essence of community, and our traditions are what Yuval Levin, scholar with the American Enterprise Institute, worries are fading from the American fabric. In his recent book A Time To Build about the importance of “recommitting to our institutions,” Levin describes the “durable forms of our common life” that maintain social connectivity. Among these are traditions and shared experiences that remind us we are more alike than different, and we can always find common ground, even if that place is simply in a gym cheering exuberantly for an obscure college from some far-flung part of the country to make a Cinderella run and crash the Big Dance.

So, how’s your bracket?

Flea, bassist for the Chili Peppers, releases jazz album

For a Gen Xer like me who reveled in 90s era rock, Flea is one of, if not the, greatest bass players of the age. It wasn't just a bass line - it was funk, punk, jazz, soul, blues, rock, R&B, and more that grounded one of the most distinct and exciting bands in the post-punk, alternative rock scene that made the time so special. And the band has had a staying power that is nothing short of impressive.

Because I am a bit of a music geek - and music writer - I tend to learn about the stories "behind the music," and so I knew of Flea's jazz background even in the early days. Flea's first musical love was jazz, fostered by his dad, and his first musical instrument was the trumpet. Despite an incredible run in alternative rock, Flea has never lost or given up his love of the trumpet and the genre of jazz. And that's why it's so exciting for music fans to learn Flea is about to release his first solo album - a primarily instrumental jazz collection with a fun string of collaborators.

The album drops at the end of the month, but the New York Times has a feature previewing and spotlighting his work -  "How Did Flea Make a Jazz Album? Practice, Practice, Practice."

For two years, the musician known as Flea led a double life.

From 2022 through 2024, he spent his nights headlining stadiums on five continents with his band the Red Hot Chili Peppers, thrilling tens of thousands of fans at each gig with his funk-meets-punk bass playing and hyperactive performances. Back in the hotel rooms, though, he filled his mornings with a more private pursuit: religious daily practice on the trumpet, an instrument he first picked up as a child.

“I just felt really lucky to have that time,” he said in a video interview last month from his Los Angeles home, a rack of basses visible behind him. He recalled relishing the struggle inherent in the process, feeling “frustrated on the days when I felt like I wasn’t getting any better, really excited on the days where I felt like I got a modicum, [using an expletive of exasperation] centimeter, millimeter better.”

The Staggering Problems of Online Sports Betting

When the state of Colorado legalized recreational marijuana in 2012, I was fairly certain it was a bad idea that would have far reaching residual effects that few proponents or voters expected. While I understood some of the reasoning behind the law, I thought decriminalizing weed would have been better and was likely as far as governments should go. In terms of vice, laws of prohibition are never quite as effective as they are hoped or touted to be, and they also have unforeseen residual effects that extend or exacerbate a problem rather than resolve it.

Legalized sports betting seemed to be less of a red flag when the Supreme Court paved the way by ending the ban in 2018. While I'm not a big gambler, I have certainly wagered on sports, participating in Super Bowl prop bets and, of course, March Madness with the ubiquitous world of "bracketology." And, even when I first started noticing ads for Draft Kings and Fan Duel, I had no serious unease about the legalization, as I did with weed. 

Alas, the gambling vice might be just as bad. 

Last week, writer McKay Coppins dropped a bombshell of an investigative report in The Atlantic with his article "Sucker: My Year as a Degenerate Sports Gambler."

Since 2018, Americans have wagered more than half a trillion dollars on sports, and roughly half of men ages 18 to 49 have an active account with an online sportsbook. Throughout most of America’s history, gambling was heavily regulated and generally discouraged. In 1631, Puritans banned games of chance in Plymouth Colony “under pain of punishment.” In 1794, a Pennsylvania law prohibited “cockfighting, cards, dice, billiards, bowling, shuffleboard, horse racing, or any other type of gambling.”

Laws varied by state and century, but the practice always came with a healthy social stigma, one rooted in millennia of accumulated wisdom. To humanity’s great thinkers and leaders, gambling was an impediment to an ethical life (Aristotle), an invention of the devil (Saint Augustine), and a tax on the ignorant (Warren Buffett). It fostered selfishness and a something-for-nothing ethos that was poisonous to the soul. George Washington went so far as to warn that “every possible evil” could be tied to gambling: “It is the child of avarice, the brother of inequity, and the father of mischief.” As a result, gambling was largely contained to certain disreputable corners of society, such as riverboats, red‑light districts, and Nevada. For a time, it was the near‑exclusive province of leg‑breaking bookies and pin-striped criminals. Later, Native American reservations and offshore bookmakers got in on the action.

But professional sports leagues remained determined to keep gambling at a distance. High-profile scandals—the White Sox World Series fix in 1919, the Mafia-instigated point-shaving scheme at Boston College in 1978—had convinced commissioners that betting posed an existential threat to organized sports. In June 1990, officials from the major U.S. leagues testified before the Senate. Paul Tagliabue, then the NFL commissioner, captured their shared assessment: “Nothing has done more to despoil the games Americans play and watch than widespread gambling on them.”

And, I fear Tagliabue is correct.

It's Pi Day!

What is the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter, and also a delicious dessert?
It's Pi - 3.14159 ...

March 14 is Pi Day, and being the father of a rather math-y kid while also working as a school administrator and sponsor of a positive school culture leadership group, I spent many years organizing a "Pi Recitation Contest" where I worked. It's such a simple, fun, and unique challenge. The winner won a pie, with second and third place receiving a half-pie and mini-pie respectively. 

My own son could rattle off several hundred digits - I think the 600 range was his best - and the school record when I was there was nearly 1,700 digits. That is mind blowing to many people, but not those in the world of mathletes and GT brainiacs. And if you really want your mind blown, get this:  the world record is 70,000 digits.

So, this year, I did it again at my new school, and while it was certainly not the same experience I had at a school filled with mathletes, it was fun. And two of the top three students were a couple boys that no one would ever guess would try the challenge, much less win it. 

How many digits can you recite?

Battle of the Books, March Madness-style

Bracketology takes over every March with the event the NCAA Basketball Tournament. And the idea of bracket competition extends far beyond the world of basketball, from the Grammys to the Oscars to the best tacos in town and more. This year, the world of EdTomorrow brings us a "Battle of the Books" with a bracket-style competition for the best in children's literature.

What would you choose in a contest between the contemporary blockbuster of Harry Potter & the Philosopher's Stone in a head-to-head read-off with the legendary Little House on the Prairie?

Is the NBA becoming the NBE?

The National Basketball Entertainment league -- that's what it kind of feels like these days.

Bam Adebayo's "record-setting" 83-point game the other night is just one more example of a league that is increasingly criticized for spectacle and flash over substance and standards. Traveling seems to no longer be a rule at all, carrying the ball has replaced the dribble, "load management" is standard practice for taking a night or week off, hand checking by the defense is still a no-no while star players can push and shove defenders with their free hand, and the theatrical flopping by some of the biggest stars has reached a level that puts European soccer to shame. 

For basketball fans who remember earlier eras like the 90s with Jordan, Barkley, Ewing, Olajuwon, Malone and more, the 80s with Magic and Kareem battling Bird and Parrish with the Pistons playing the bad boys, and 70s with the legendary Dr. J, the current loose game and lax standards for the fundamentals of roundball just feels like a superficial, over-commercialized video game in real life. Granted, it's always the case that the older generation criticizes the younger one as "not as good as it used to be." And that may certainly be a subjective reality. Yet it's difficult to argue today's game isn't different. 

Personally, the record by Bam holds little weight with me because it seemed so contrived. A center tossing up 22 three-point shots is absurd, as is that same player going to the line for 43 foul shots. The Wizards are a team that is clearly tanking a season, so the competitive edge was lax at best. And fans can literally see Miami Coach Erik Spoelstra laughing on the sidelines toward the end, leaving a player in as his team blatantly fouls to extend the game time. While Bam is certainly a solid NBA player and even an All-Star selection, he is nowhere near the caliber of talent and impact of the legendary Kobe Bryant, whose record he supposedly just surpassed. 

So, for this NBA fan, that NBA record is certainly one with an asterisk, as are many of LeBron's longevity awards. The game is what it is, and NBA commissioner Adam Silver, as well as the players association clearly want it that way. They'll continue to make their billions, and I will still watch the game. But I am less than impressed.

The Return of the Mall Rat, Gen-Z style

The mall is not dead. In fact, it's not only not dead - the mall is back!

As a 56-year-old Generation X male, I grew up at the mall in the heyday of the mall. Even in my small town of Alton, outside St. Louis, the Alton Square Mall was a vibing place with numerous options for tweens and teens to hang out. Playing Defender at Tilt, browsing concert posters and somewhat racy items at Spencer Gifts, flipping through record/cassette/CD collections at Record Bar and Musicland, trying on endless pairs of sneakers at Foot Locker ... there was no shortage of crass commercial consumerist indulgences. It was the 80s, and honestly the classic mall film Fast Times at Ridgemont High captured the spirit quite well. 

Alas, we've all noticed, noted, and occasionally lamented the demise of the shopping mall in the twenty-first century. Countless abandoned mall properties sitting like industrial graveyards across the United States remind us of how online shopping decimated many local economies. No matter how many times properties try to rebrand and remodel, the golden age of malls has certainly passed. Yet, there are pockets of thriving mall life across the country, such as Park Meadows Mall in Lone Tree, Colorado, where I've been for the past quarter century. 

In fact, a couple years ago I pondered and pitched a few magazine pieces about Park Meadows and how "the mall is not dead." I proposed spending a weekend at the mall as a "mall writer in residence" to spotlight and capture the spirit of what has enabled Park Meadows and mall culture to continue thriving in a southeast Denver suburb. Unfortunately, I had no takers on the feature and quietly moved on to other writing projects. However, it appears I'm not the only one noticing and writing about the mall.

For Gen Z -- the obvious offspring of Generation X -- the mall is still the place to be, as A New Generation of Mall Rats Has Arrived.  According to this recent Wall Street Journal feature, there is a new group of young people living the mall rat life, but in an update for the digital age and twenty-first century, this group is filled with social media mavens and influencers who are documenting the experience:

Savera Ghorzang scrolls through her phone all the time. But when she needed an outfit for her Valentine’s Day date, the 24-year-old went to the mall.

“I don’t really like online shopping,” she said. “I’m an instant-gratification girl. I need it now.” Ghorzang held her phone in one hand and a $29 black lace top in the other as she documented her shopping trip on Instagram.

The first digitally native generation is resurrecting an old-fashioned American pastime: Shopping at the mall.

Gen Z’s retail-spending growth is outpacing all other generations, according to data firm NielsenIQ, with the generation’s global annual retail spending expected to exceed $12 trillion by 2030. The cohort also spends a greater proportion of their discretionary dollars in physical stores than older generations, according to data firm Circana.

Younger shoppers’ mall enthusiasm is a bright spot for a business that has struggled with property closures and declining foot traffic in recent years, in part because the millennial generation never warmed to hanging out at the mall in the same way Gen X had. Gen Z has helped boost a recent recovery, with demand for mall space rising again.