Thursday, October 10, 2024
Did I mention we just got back from Napa Valley?
Friday, June 21, 2024
An understatement...................
But I also think that it is important to separate out what is real from what is just a comforting lie that we tell ourselves.
-James O'Malley from his Music Just Changed Forever post
Saturday, September 23, 2023
expanded horizons.......................
I started out wanting to be a Serious Southern Writer. My mother had made me a reader and stressed the legacy of my family's Mississippi roots. William Faulkner, Walker Percy, Eudora Welty, and Flannery O'Connor were household names—Mississippians who had made people take notice. . . .
Well, I knew I wasn't one of those people. I was too warped by the court-jester-like behavior that's essential to being a good stage performer. I knew that whatever I wrote, it would have a heavy layer of humor. By the time I expanded my horizons from three verses and a couple of choruses to short stories, and then prose, my sense of humor naturally came along for the ride.
Besides, I don't have the talent to compete with the Great Serious Writers. Anyway, writing is not a competition to me. Writing is fun, and I am simply a storyteller. I also really enjoy the self-discipline writing requires.
-Jimmy Buffett, A Pirate Looks at Fifty
Saturday, August 26, 2023
Sunday, June 11, 2023
The "Million Dollar Quartet"..................
Wednesday, June 7, 2023
Opening sentences..................
I grew up under the Cantor's gaze. The celebrated Haussmann portrait of Bach had been given to my parents for safekeeping for the duration of the war, and it took pride of place on the first-floor landing of the old mill in Dorset where I was born. Every night on my way to bed I tried to avoid its forbidding stare.
-John Eliot Gardiner, Bach: Music in the Castle of Heaven
Wednesday, May 3, 2023
harmony here and discord there.....
There's always a lesson to be learned
whether in a hotel bar
or over tea in a teahouse,
no matter which way it goes,
for you or against,
what you want to hear or what you don't.
Seeing Roland Kirk, for example,
with two then three saxophones
in his mouth at once
and a kazoo, no less,
hanging from his neck at the ready.
Even in my youth I saw this
not as a lesson in keeping busy
with one thing or another,
but as a joyous impossible lesson
in how to do it all at once,
pleasing and displeasing yourself
with harmony here and discord there.
But what else did I know
as the waitress lit a candle
on my round table in the dark?
What did I know about anything?
-Billy Collins, The Five Spot, 1964