Souvenir de la scène rock locale passée, Édition de Boston

So I went to a graveyard to look around.

How a small underground music festival in upstate New York restored my faith in humanity

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right.

[Note: This is a revised and updated version of a post I originally made to a previous Wordpress blog on June 9, 2008]

Current status: Shedding a tear or two at the Carousel Lounge while confronting the legend of Jeff Conolly and the Lyres, Year 47, and wondering how we all got here

Interregnum: Can you say "peripatetic"? How I ended up where I ended up, at least in 1997

Why is this holiday perpetually stuck in 1964?

Songs for a Sunday morning, and plenty of them

Adventures in and thoughts on performing in public. You're either on the stage or off it, and the world is divided into singers and non-singers (not equally, though).

You want living in the moment? I'll give you living in the moment.

Current status: Shedding a tear or two at the Carousel Lounge while confronting the legend of Monoman and the Lyres, Year 47, and wondering how we all got here

Not to mention old-fashioned demonstrations! What good can public gatherings possibly do?? And what good does it do to have opinions about anything? Your intrepid diarist explores a thorny issue.

I still don't know why she disliked me so much. But it's all water under the Anderson Memorial Bridge.

So many books on the table...so many.

YouTube video by 28th Day - Topic

Adventures in civic engagement: About a time when I saw a need in my newly adopted community and did something about it, for real

Reflections on funerals, life lessons, kindness, and the whole damn thing

and a few other things, with a brief digression about the Queen of Vaudeville