"And that's all I'm going to say about that."
Billie Holiday knew about love. Real love. Hard as life love. Love that happens and is steadfast no matter what. Love that is unconditional. All my favorite love songs in some way take their cue from Billie’s “Don’t Explain”. The…
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Watching Band of Horses perform on Austin City Limits I had the thought that we need to carry on making music, making art, making happiness. We have to carry on with life. With all of life, a whole, well-rounded life….
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I’m sure there are many people who’ve been in and out of physical therapy more than I have, still, I feel like an “old campaigner”. Knee, low back, knee again, shoulder, and what a dear friend of mine calls “shneck”,…
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Christmastime I found my inner voices discussing the meaning and location of “Home”. It wasn’t hearing Bing Crosby singing the words “I’ll be home for Christmas, you can count on me” (1943, Decca Records, lyricist Kim Gannon, composer Walter Kent,…
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“Justice? What do you care about justice? You don’t even care whether you’ve got the right men or not. All you know is you’ve lost something and somebody’s got to be punished.” (1943, The Ox-Bow Incident, Dir. William A. Wellman,…
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I saw an article posted on Facebook the other day about well, guess who? Anyway the headline implied a quote, a quote which I cannot now remember. No matter, the actual quote is less important than my reaction to it….
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I’ve been thinking a lot about Friendship. What it means to me and what it means, or appears to mean, to some people. To me friendship is steadfast, stalwart, undying, undaunted, and true. In social media, even in my own…
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You may be asking what Nobel Prizes and the World Series have in common. In a year when news headlines provide a surfeit of examples of Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi for Life Out of Balance) and flags seem to have flown unfurled…
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“Green, green rocky road, Promenade in green… Tell me who ya love Tell me who ya love See that crow up in the sky He don’t walk no He just fly He don’t walk, He don’t run Keeps on flappin’…
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Red! Of course red was the color of my tricycle. I think it was a Radio Flyer, but it could have been a Murray. I don’t really remember the brand. I remember it was red with white details. I remember…
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