a poem is a sermon
I wonder why you come to hear the blues; there is no recognition in your face of any depth beneath the music’s steady pace, nor rhythm to the rare tap of your shoes. While those around you sway and nod their heads, acknowledging a lyric with a shout, you sit in awkward silence; and no […]
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 such surface noise cranked out by grown men and young boys who think to change […]
I don’t want to spend another uninspiring hour in a smoke-filled bar pretending that I care about some great rebellion, or the poetry of freedom, dropping names of people that I wish were there. Even if I felt like drinking, it would feel just like more boredom, endless motions in some pointless riparte; just words […]
Maybe I’m a dreamer, but I sure don’t want to be one of those two old guys sitting in the balcony: a grizzled, bitter muppet who makes fun of everything and never gets up off his ass, and on the stage to sing. Maybe I’m a geezer, but I’ve got a youthful heart that’s ready, […]
Thirty years ago, back when I composed my first tune, country music wasn’t all that cool; anyone who said so, was a fool, and better off in engineering school. The only exceptions: Waylon, Willie, John and June; everybody else seemed pretty old; and despite the records that they sold, they seemed to leave me pretty […]
Last night I had the opportunity to take in a performance by a young singer-songwriter-guitarist named Adam Dale. I understand he’s originally from the Shreveport area but now based out of Baton Rouge. He plays a mix of original material and originally arranged covers that run the gamut from political satire to straight up rave […]
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 substance, how can we survive? When everything is so disposable, how will we prove that […]