It is a Wednesday morning. Sunlight floods into the window at Starbucks. Warmth, light, life– gifts of nature, no charge. The coffee on the other hand costs, but the deal is quite fair for a large cup of pure comfort. Do I write about a jetliner that went down? It plunged into the sea…
I am old. Old is when you find yourself thinking “they’ve not made music like that since Elvis, or the Beatles, or the Bodeans or whomever.” Stuck in time not noticing that time has moved on. Well, snap out of it! There is fabulous music out there, and we must not forget that a…
Wrestling with what to call this story, I settled on what’s written above. On Saturday evening six of us met at Docks Bar and Grill on the edge of Bangs Lake in Wauconda. Gary invited us to hear his son Jeff play in a band. I’d never visited Docks Bar and Grill before. On…
This guest post is a story by my good friend Jeff. Jeff is a retired banker and a life-long devotee of making music. I’ve benefited from hearing Jeff cover songs that are deeply embedded within the memory of our generation, as well as some fine compositions of his own. He gave permission to share…
to what he says. He is a man –not a wolf. Elisapie Isaac is a Canadian performer from Quebec. This tune was featured on NPR. The melody is haunting. I am not a fan of the President. This lyric is dead center on target. You will understand. Enjoy.
I never expected to see Smokey Robinson perform live. The Motown artists were in their heyday when I was a kid. All are up in years. Performing is demanding work. It is physically arduous, and one has to give one hundred percent emotionally if one is to meet one’s obligation to the audience. Last…
Ethical boundary, aesthetic boundary of sport as of art. Without limits there is no value; without value, there is no esteem, no respect and especially no pity: death to the referee! —the fatal habituation to the banalization of excess. –excerpt Silence on Trial p 33 by Paul Virilio What is missing? It is Friday…
This afternoon I feel blue. There is a lot of funky-shit going down. I am aware of too much given the ever present cell phone news feed, offering adrenaline prompting content, just a swipe away. Most of the time I resist the temptation. A sure recipe for misery is to allow one’s mind-space to…
Tomorrow, Saturday morning I will leave early for Chicago. This is the third Women’s March in which I will participate. I will be with friends, and will be surrounded by thousands with whom I am in solidarity. People of color, immigrants, and women are diminished to inferior, “second class” status by the actions of the…
This topic comes easy. Laura and I have been married for forty-eight years. She is my best friend and friendship is a hint of eternity, a bond that seems to defeat the erosion of time, growing better and stronger year by year. This song by Journey is heard often on the radio. I think…
