I Really Want To Feel (The Music)   

Senses are wonderful things, aren't they? Why, without them we'd never know the taste of an autumn apple straight from the tree. Or the scent of a beloved's perfume. We wouldn't see a glorious sunrise, or hear a softly whispered "I love you".

Hers a new tune - a Demo of course, for you, about the effect of music on me and, I hope, you.

I Want To Feel The Music 

I want to hear the lightning 
I want to see the thunder 
But most of all I really want to feel 
The music 

I want to smell the morning 
I want to…

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We all got 'em, whether we see them or even choose to acknowledge their existence. Mine come and go with caprice, stealthy arrival unbidden and undesired and inexorable.

Here's a song about them. It's new. It's a Demo. I'm sure it'll stir things up.

Stay well and safe and wear your masks. Please.


Blue Moon coming up like blood, baby 
Dragging its light through the mud, baby 
Blue Moon coming up like blood, some ain’t doin’ like they should 

Mars riding high in the sky, baby 
Baleful bloodshot…

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Seeing Is Believing. VOTE.   

"Actions speak louder than words."

This old saw was drummed into my being at a very young age. It was modeled for me on the regular, by my parents and other caregiving adults in my life. As a result, I've always given more credence to what a person does compared to what a person says. In this era of unparalleled, unceasing rhetoric, shouldn't the sheer volume of boorish behavior provide the basis and the standard for judgement? What say you?

Scream all you want, but what you DO will say more about who you…

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Young Ain't Young No More  

Reflecting, as I sometimes do, on my childhood and some of the main players in my own personal saga, I got to thinking about my Grampy. He was one of those guys that could design, build and fix most anything. I remember him fondly. And so this happened: 


I wish I could talk with you 
Of all the things that you used do 
And you could tell me the stories 
I would pay more attention now 
I wish you weren’t so far away
In a place I’ll probably never get to 
You promised we would meet again someday 
But now I’m…

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End Of...?  

Well, September, to begin with.It's hard to believe that we (our country, generally, our household specifically) has been shut down by COVID for 6 months. Half a year.  We've been lucky. Diligent in our protocols, but still lucky; No one in our immediate family has gotten sick. So far. One niece and one nephew caught the virus early on, but had relatively minor symptoms and effected a full recovery. 

BUT - it's not over. The politicization of this issue will ensure a never ending rerun of finger-pointing…

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There have been any number of paeans for Ruth Bader Ginsburg these last few days. I'm not so arrogant as to suppose I might sing her praises in a way that hasn't already been sung; word of her passing came as no real surprise, but a lot of us kept thinking "She's gonna be ok, she's gonna be around forever."

Well, no, she's not. And the world is just a little bit more dreary, the landscape of our country even more unsettled and scary. The current regime has made a mockery of the tenets of our democracy…

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The West Is Burning, And Then This: 

As if it couldn't get any weirder, or worse, I came across this article on a Social Media Not To Be Named news feed.

Click this link: NPR 

You're more savvy than I, but this is the gut punch of all gut punches. Sucker punch is a better phrase, because I've been a sucker, as have you, as have we all.

Big Petro wins. Again. We're all working for the Pharaoh.

Richard Thompson's song: PHARAOH

Stay well. Question Authority. Wear your mask.  

Labor Day  

We all labor. Some of us work with our hands, some build, some tear down, some pick up and some throw away. We all labor. 

Celebrate those who work daily to help provide the lifestyle to which we've grown accustomed.
Celebrate those who create works of art - aural, visual, tactile.
Celebrate those who strive to make our world a better place for ALL.
Celebrate those trying simply to put food on their family's table.
Celebrate those (perhaps you) who try to make their relationships better - the personal…

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The Truth Will Come Pt. 3  

Still working on form and arrangement, of course. Is it ever done? But here you go:

The Truth Will Come 

You proselytize 
And polarize 
And shamelessly self-aggrandize 
But the truth will come 

You calculate 
And agitate 
And orchestrate 
And escalate 
But the truth will come 
Yes the truth will come 

You scandalize 
And demonize 
Everything that you despise 
But the truth will come 
Yes the truth will come 

You nightly dream of potentates 
By day you’re simply obdurate 
You render illegitimate 
All semblance of the…

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The Truth Will Come Pt.2  

I stay away from the political, generally, in my music. At least the overtly political. Every once in a while something'll sneak in, though. (See "Around 
Here", from my CD Road Of Man). 

As I said last week, this lyric came to me unbidden, and compelled me to write it down. It's still very much a work in progress, but here's (possibly) the bridge:

You nightly dream of potentates 
By day you’re simply obdurate 
You render illegitimate 
All semblance of the legal 
Your electorate all salivate 
As daily you…

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