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Thoughts on Time and Loss

A conversation yesterday prompted me to think about time and loss in a personal way. Think about it: as a musician, it seems like one is always surrounded by greatness in terms of performances and songs. Upon close examination, you … Continue reading

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On Tools

What future use will be our tools for building greater monuments, technologies to reach beyond our yesterday capacity, if all that drives tomorrow’s will is to create for their own sake more grand machines to take the place of what … Continue reading

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Rock the Casbah

In one sense, as the Casbah rocks, it merely sways on concrete blocks that buried deep beneath the sand give history its strength to stand; and its foundations, built of steel and solid rock, can barely feel the tremors from … Continue reading

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Leaving Something Good

The kind of bands that play the music that I write these days seem few and far between; somewhere between grasping the brass ring and the consequences lie some broken dreams. Just for myself, it doesn’t matter much; but without … Continue reading

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Soundtrack for a New Age

Each historical age is determined by the predominant societal position given to the individuals, groups, nations or empires that can produce or have the resources to acquire whatever substance that age equates to its varied definitions of power. The Bronze … Continue reading

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The Wheels of Progress

When ground to standstill, mired, besmirched, their cog-end mesh begun to rust, the wheels of progress can but lurch. Their motion barely moves the dust; and each gear’s inch assaults the ear with tortured squeaks and sudden stalls. Behind all … Continue reading

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Weak Blood

The blood that courses through my veins has been diluted. I can sense its former potency at times: remembering my father’s strength, my great-grand sire’s blind wandering (which was itself a pale claret compared to further back in time when … Continue reading

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