a poem is a sermon
Underneath the skin, a single notion supports how life unfolds from start to end. Beneath the bustle of the world’s commotion, it floats in just a whisper on the wind. In quiet moments, it can be detected, first here, then there, and then it’s gone again. This song speaks to the lonely and infected, the […]
The music that you came to hear: a sonic bridge that helps you cross some gulf of time no longer near, or spend as a mere hour’s loss, so in the maelstrom sound’s great fosse you find your sorrows light to bear, your jagged rocks made soft with moss, the music that you came to […]
Everyone that I know was at one point born – so far as I know, all joking about hatching in the desert sun under the watchful eyes of vultures aside. I am no exception. The facts are readily verifiable: at 2:55 am Eastern Standard Time, at William Beaumont Hospital in Royal Oak, Michigan in the […]
There are those who imagine “magical” places like they are scenes from the “happily ever after” part of a fairy tale: in a strange twist, they believe the hereafter, the great beyond, and the future tense of once upon a time to be like the world initially encountered by the young Siddhartha Buddha, one without […]
This morning I was a guest on the KZBL “Jamming with Johnny” talking about the Tricentennial CD and my song on it. I realized that the only other time I’ve been on the radio was about 30 years ago back in Los Angeles, when RJ, Dave and I dropped in at KXLU and talked about […]
Keith Jarrett once said that the more you know about the piano, about harmony, the harder it is to decide which note to play next. Because you’ve moved from thinking of seven possible notes (the ones right under your fingers, in the diatonic scale) into a world of chromatics, modes, extended chords and passing tones, […]
My ears already hear the morning lark. Listening far beyond my sight I have begun. So we absorb what we seem to not touch; it vibrates us, even from a distance – and fills us, even if we do not know it, with something live, which, until sensing it, we never are; the music moves […]