I always feel inadequate in trying to express just how much I appreciate what Julie does for our family and how blessed we are that she is the mother of…
Basement Songs
Each year the movie industry tries to push up the start of summer by opening their big event movies earlier in the year. Used to be that Memorial Day was…
People do this all the time: they neglect to ask about my daughter Sophie. They don’t mean to, especially when they receive so many updates about her brother Jacob’s health…
I had a dream about Bruce Springsteen and he told me what to write. You’re thinking, ”Again? Come on, Malchus, all you ever write about is Springsteen. And Journey. All…
Last week our kids’ school, Emblem Elementary in Saugus, held their third Cure Finders fundraiser for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. For the past three years, the students at Emblem have…
You can thank mall cop Paul Blart for this week’s basement song entry. That fictional creation, played so winningly by actor Kevin James in the film, Paul Blart: Mall Cop,…
Living Colour are a band I wouldn’t have invested in if it weren’t for Steve. In ’88 and ’89, I’m sure I would have latched on to their funky metal…
Scott Malchus reflects on his struggles of faith and spirituality in the latest Basement Songs.
The first time I kissed a girl (other than a relative) was in the 7th grade at a birthday party. Mind you, this was innocent, spin the bottle kiss on…
Sophie’s school held its annual father/daughter dance was last week, an event that we’ve attended for several years now. The two of us began our night with a pasta dinner…
This year marks the fifth anniversary of my friend Matt’s death. He was my brother in every sense except for blood, and like siblings, we fought, had misunderstandings, hurt each…
Eric Johnson’s Ah Via Musicom gets the Flashback ’90 series in Scott Malchus’ latest Basement Songs column.
The email came on a Thursday morning, as I sat at my desk, waking up. My friend, Nancy, was running the Santa Monica half marathon in three days and she…
Families lined up to wait fifteen minutes or more for spaghetti served from a large aluminum tin, salad and a choice of lemonade or iced tea. Outside, the California rain…
Pete’s CafÁ© and Bar is located on the corner of 4th and Main in the heart of downtown Los Angeles. It’s a trendy restaurant with nice large windows that look out on…
You’ve watched the news footage, seen the photos and read the news tweets; you’ve heard the screams and pleas and shook your head at the ludicrous comments by idiots. Whenever…
I dread an empty house. When Julie and the kids are out of town, as they were the week before Christmas, our home is too quiet. No matter how many…
During the summer, when getting up to run at the crack of dawn didn’t mean donning four layers of clothes and a wool cap, I was able to run longer…
On a frigid winter’s night in December 1994, a group of friends met at some bar in Lakewood, Ohio, I think the name of the place was Around the Corner….
We gathered around the tree hanging ornaments on its branches while baby Jacob looked on and Christmas music played over the stereo. It was our first Christmas in our new…
Like most families, mine had a Thanksgiving tradition we kept up until I began college. For my entire childhood I remember it like this: Our Wednesday nights were spent driving,…
Scott Malchus celebrates his 100th Basement Songs column by doing what he does best — opening his heart and fearlessly expressing his feelings.
Scott Malchus gets fast and loud in this week’s Basement Songs, wishing his son a happy birthday to the strains of a Rock Band favorite.
In his latest column, Scott Malchus listens to a sweet duet and reflects on 17 years of life with his wife.
In an effort to conserve gas and save money, I’ve been riding my bike to the train station on a regular basis. It reminds me of my sophomore year at…
Since the day we moved into our house, I have regularly snuggled my daughter Sophie for about 10 minutes before she goes to sleep at night. When she was younger,…
One of my brotherÁ¢€â„¢s infamous parties was going on downstairs in the basement.Á‚ He didnÁ¢€â„¢t have to return to Columbus for a couple weeks, so I guess he felt one…
In this week’s edition of Basement Songs, Scott Malchus remembers the cash-poor early days of his marriage — and says goodbye to an old friend.
Scott Malchus relives the fall of 1987, when Sting’s …Nothing Like the Sun was new and high school shenanigans were in the air.
Scott Malchus is headed back to the basement again, where he’s rising up to the challenge of our rival — and facing down a parent’s worst fear.