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Richie Havens
I always felt he sang with such authority, as if his way was how the song should be, and let the writer of it know, in no uncertain terms, that they could use it too, once in a while. Like … Continue reading
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Tagged enlightenment, eulogy, meaning, NaPoWriMo, performance, Richie Havens, singers, song
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The Smile That Sells
The smile that sells the message never writes it. The sweat under the spotlights is for show. The work it takes to make it all look easy few understand, and most will never know. The pain endured to make an … Continue reading
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Tagged facade, fulfillment, hypocrisy, marketing, NaPoWriMo, performance, satisfaction
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Epiphany
Sometimes an act itself becomes enough to satisfy one’s hunger for applause; and what discomforts must be suffered through become, to reach an end, at last worthwhile. That any others witness such a feat is gratifying, yes, but not required; … Continue reading
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Tagged accomplishment, epiphany, NaPoWriMo, performance, self-realization, time
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Your backstage ghost
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
State of the Union
OK, so I’m now 45 years old. I’ve been playing music onstage since I was 8. That’s 37 years in some kind of band or another, on stages of all kinds, in six different states and on at least three … Continue reading
‘Til I Die
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 … Continue reading
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Tagged ability, aging, dreams, growth, maturity, music, performance, talent
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