I used to have a friend. I knew him for more than 25 years. We didn’t always agree on everything, but we had a kind of shared history. We lived through key life experiences at roughly the same times. As we drifted deeper into adulthood, our experiences diverged, but we would come back together time…
As I write this, I’m listening to a SomaFM internet radio channel called Department Store Christmas: Holiday Elevator Music from a more innocent time. There’s only so much Lite-FM (New York) one can stand. I’m enjoying the elevator music, especially the Ray Conniff Singers. They always remind me of Vietnam and the hustle and bustle…
Here’s what is fast becoming my traditional Thanksgiving post. Last year, I wrote a poem just in time, but this one, I’ve designed specifically for headphones.
The “last Beatles song,” was released today. “Now and Then” was originally slated for inclusion on Anthology 3, the last in a series of dust bunny triple albums the band released in the ‘90s. I have them all and they are a wonderful piece of archaeology. It’s great fun to listen to studio works in…
A poem about cresting the curve.
A farewell to a summer of loss, of disappointments and another move, but one that concludes with great potential for change and no small amount of relief – punctuated by the Almost Jazz & Art Festival at Bearsville.
When you use the term “homeless,” it conjures images of leathery street people asking for money, “washing” your car windows in the hope that you’ll tip them, and the various temporary homesteads you see in doorways or on subway grates. I always wonder how anyone who sets up one of those homesteads can ever not…
Your TMJ muscles can mess with your head. It can be debilitating for musicians and audio engineers. Sometimes, the resolution just takes time.
A poem composed for the great American parading holiday, with a delightfully misheard title.
Antichrist, we hardly knew you. We thought we did. What silly kids we were. In the 80s, the Antichrist was one guy who we heard tell was soon to “walk the Earth.” Metalhead kids everywhere used the concepts of Satan and the Antichrist to taunt their parents. It was harmless fantasy. Most of the people…
