Now that I’m a 1000+ blog poster, I wanted to take a minute to offer thanks to some of the key people who have each helped, in their own way, to make this one glorious ride so far. I want to thank Linda, an 8th grader (I was in seventh grade) for telling me IContinue reading “Thank You”
Category Archives: music
George Strait……The Man
I listened to George Strait back in the eighties and nineties and sang along to his cassettes and later, discs, and his music is still timeless country. In this age of AI and Autotune, meant to deceive the audience (enhance the music?), George used a guitar and microphone. No explosions. No laser light show. NoContinue reading “George Strait……The Man”
Working Stoned
When I think back on the entirety of my working career, I really went to work stoned. A lot. When you are a young chef candidate, you are crushing long hours with other young hopefuls, and guess what? Every one of them is high. Once you attain a level of autonomy and say-so in anContinue reading “Working Stoned”
Am I Nuts?
I’ll be late posting this blog because, despite my insistence, I am currently texting another musician who has taken a hiatus from his successful working band Wood ‘n Steel Revival and we are in the embryonic stages of forming yet another band. I know, I know… My short-lived awesome little band Sedona we had dissolvedContinue reading “Am I Nuts?”
I KNOW Why Me?
I am my best ally and my own worst enemy. I elevated myself to levels of euphoria and visited the depths of the abyss. From the year 1974 to 1987, if given any two choices, I would indubitably choose the option that was the worse for me. Consistently. Knowingly. When I entered the higher echelonsContinue reading “I KNOW Why Me?”
Never Too Late
Well, I did it again. Despite my assertions, I have gone and got myself involved with another musical situation. After our band Sedona broke up I said (for the 20th time) that I was through with bands. But duets are different. Fast, EFFICIENT practices. So, this young dude who has been helping me out withContinue reading “Never Too Late”
A Gypsy Girl Named Shannon
Not a John Stewart song, but a real girl. Bright garnet-yellow eyes, smooth café skin, and a throaty giggle that first seduced then paralyzed. I met Shannon in the high Sierra Mountains in northern California where she camped with her family of seven: Her father Grecko, mother Sashay, and her quadruplet sisters, not one ofContinue reading “A Gypsy Girl Named Shannon”
Happenings
They are putting up a two-billion dollar amusement park amid all the hustle and bustle of northeast Oklahoma, just off Route 66. Over by that old steer skull. Talk about setting yourself up for failure. Imagine jumping on a plane, exotic locales and lush tropical gardens dancing through your head as you lay back toContinue reading “Happenings”
Why Bother?
All the time and money being wasted in a fruitless effort to keep fucking with that bloviating gasbag Trump. You know nothing will come of it. NOT because he is innocent, hell no. Because he has spent years building his paper kingdom, and it is stacked with his remaining psycophants who were not born withContinue reading “Why Bother?”
Crybaby
Growing up, I was told not to cry; it was a sign of weakness. Real men didn’t cry. When my Little League team lost the game which would have sent us to Williamsport, PA and the Little League World Series, I cried. But not in front of anyone. I didn’t want to be accused ofContinue reading “Crybaby”
