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…
Saturday morning at Starbucks, a song by the great Sam Cooke can be heard over the cacophony. Reading and writing here reminds me of my visit to a Zoo aviary; voices and objects in constant motion, rising and falling, chattering, calling, etc. This is life: constant motion. The words of Sam Cooke came to…
Thursday and I awakened at 5:30AM. I couldn’t sleep because this is the Thursday of the awaited hearing. The complaint asserted by Dr.Christine Blaise Ford that the candidate for the Supreme Court attempted to rape her when they were students in high school will be heard by the Senate Judiciary Committee. I do not…
We attended a house party last night. A house party is a response to gather in a home for a convivial evening of conversation, food and drink, and in this case, a reflective interaction with the songs and stories of Scott Ainslie. There were many around me that I had not previously met. In…
