a poem is a sermon
OK, so the previous set of idols and influences ended with 1977. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be exploring the subsequent years and the albums/artists that shaped my world as a Musician. Included will be the following, identified in chronological (i.e., the year I discovered them) order: Here’s the high school years 🙂 News […]
For so many years my life has been defined by the Music I’ve wanted to create. Each time I get disgusted, and lay down the guitar (or bass or piano or whatever primary chording instrument I’m using at the time), it’s only a matter of time before something draws me back into that world – […]
What is a rebel? A man who says no, but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation. He is also a man who says yes, from the moment he makes his first gesture of rebellion. A slave who has taken orders all his life suddenly decides that he cannot obey some new command. What does […]
OK, so I’ve got a great head voice (albeit reduced somewhat due to years of smoking), and have done first and second tenor singing, but my natural home range is straight on baritone. When placing natural baritones in history, there are only a few memorable choices (but, my are they memorable). Based on this information, […]
So I guess it would be something complex, with a different perspective and view, more than just a reaction or reflex, some knee-jerk response that simply brings you back to the same old emotional edge, feeding on yesterday’s angst and stale pain, standing stupidly on the window ledge and wondering how to turn off your […]
I can clearly remember the first time: there it was, in the back of the closet, the case a little dusty. Not too sure exactly what it was, I carefully lifted it free of the stored winter clothes (breathing in that sour faint lingering scent of mothballs and dry cleaning plastic wrap) and set it […]
Heart strings be stilled, and bring on the noise that dulls into senseless, hard men hopeful boys; Just pound on the floor, if you must have a beat, and perhaps you’ll vibrate the tips of your feet. We must find other, quiet joys To fill up the void where the Music once played, for our […]