See, this is why it’s good to be an adaptable, creative fellow. I thought things were going pretty well, until I went ballistic on a mailing list and sent people here who don’t need to see these things. VERY unprofessional, shows how serious this is for me and how much I need to take care [...]
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Now there’s a title you don’t see every day, and the guys who made it possible aren’t everyday fellows, either. How it turned out that in my advanced decreptitude I’ve finally found friends who not only share many of my own predilections and cultural underpinnings but also take care of each other is mildly astounding [...]
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My 86-year-old mother is in the hospital with pneumonia in Tucson and not making sense. It’s impressive, what that does to you. I might as well call this post “John Watch.” My brother is worried that I’m not there and hopes I’m coming soon. That’s not how we do it, though. Just the sight of [...]
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Mine turns 87 this year, and we forgot to stage The Intervention. Too bad, not that it would have worked. She lives in a so-called “mobile home community” in Tucson. What that really means is single-wides and double-wides close together, baking in the sun below a mountain, an aluminum hive of isolation and prep for [...]
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Here, try this: Well, that was a night, all right. That’s “John-John” by the original Zoo Pilots at our one and only paid gig — funded by a Kent County, MD Arts Council grant, if you can believe that — at Washington College in, uh… [ponder] 1984? ’85?? It says right here at my audio [...]
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I know, I know, but we have to call it something. I was having the usual midweek ZoukFest freak-out. All that exposure to transcendental musicianship, wow! Or oy… On the one hand it was like swallowing holy razor blades, while on the other hand, the antidote for same. At first I started auguring in, like [...]
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Well, I am a case. After achieving temporary enlightenment at ZoukFest [see above post], I came home where I promptly made life difficult for my wife, had a dream in which my balls fell off, and spent most of today in a vise of horror. Later I got better, and after a refreshing, lovely time [...]
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I want to write about the heart. I can’t possibly finish this in a blog post, but I want to start. Today I know that now, right now, is the beginning of the rest of my life, on which there are no limits. The “secret” is being true to myself, the fact of which I’m [...]
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It’s easy to tell when things need examining. I lose my bearings, I bleed, and fall completely under the power of buried knots of energy. Maybe I should call them clots, because they stifle the circulation of love. Today, for example, when compulsive reading of blogs was like squatting naked in a vat of acid, [...]
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We all hope this isn’t a sign of things to come, except that it’s already here. I picked this up from a post by Dave Neiwert at Firedoglake. (You need to read the whole story at CNN.) It’s about homeless middle class women [Note: see comments] in Santa Barbara, California, sleeping in their cars: Harvey [...]
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