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Listen to the Music

Posted on August 14, 2013 by John

I wonder how much of our time we spend actually listening to music? I don’t mean seeing a band in a bar (where there’s all kinds of distractions you’re probably focused on), or listening at work or while driving, or … Continue reading →

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Fundraiser for my new album project

Posted on May 3, 2013 by John

If you’re a regular visitor to or reader of this blog, please consider making a small contribution to the fundraising effort for recording and releasing my first official album (CD) of original music, Songs from the Undertown. Thanks. Share This:

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Some music must be free

Posted on April 24, 2013 by John

All music cannot be contained in simple structures, common forms, by formulaic skeletons that would restrict the way it’s made; it reaches out beyond those lines, a crayon in untutored hands that blurs the edges in between the guidelines of … Continue reading →

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Festival Day

Posted on April 13, 2013 by John

Downtown along the river bank the party has begun; from miles away the slow parade of cars and people come for fried dough or some boudin balls, for gator on a stick, for cheap and warm domestic beer and wristbands … Continue reading →

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Your backstage ghost

Posted on April 5, 2013 by John

For forty years, I’ve sung and played; each bar, garage or concert stage has its own ghosts, its private songs. They do not share them all. Some of these venues are long gone, while others stand with different names; those … Continue reading →

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The blues spoken here

Posted on April 2, 2013 by John

In the Marines, they quip there is no color: just light, dark and medium green. So it is with the blues, if you look closely enough; beyond the initial reaction, the worry over the metal detectors at the door, run-down … Continue reading →

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A simple turn of phrase

Posted on April 1, 2013 by John

While would-be existentialists consume their lives with endless lists of what-might-just-as-well-have-beens from birth through death and in between, I will continue, more or less, in both malaise and happiness to seek, to find, to stand amazed when hearing what songs … Continue reading →

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