Monday, November 3, 2014
But that's not why I'm writing this post. It's to say to one and to all that the most important (does that sound elitist?) music reissue box set collection of all time is upon us. It is titled: Bob Dylan and The Band: The Basement Tapes Complete. It is American like apples, clean water, firewood and bicycles.
Just listen to the damn thing, all 138 tracks then take a walk outside. You will be better.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Last year I sat about the path and kept it clean, and that was fine. Now the time is right for digging in the dirt. Nobody needs to see but the bees, and they are not interested.
Improvisation is what is needed, because the learned way becomes the hard way. I know this, and perhaps nothing more. Tomorrow I'll have a chance of making up something new. Bless the next day!
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Leftovers are lurking in the fridge, cramming up the place, shoving the everyday cartons and bottles to the back of the shelf. Songs of holidays are beginning to creep their way into the air, and things, as opposed to nothings, are encouraged to show up in bags and boxes, delivered and absorbed into the rooms and cupboards, some remaining and others banished for being inessential or hideous.
There are quinces and cranberries and pears shoved into mason jars of vodka and whiskey, left to improve our lives and attitudes later on. But it's never too soon to embrace the idea of all this... stuff. Or maybe it is. Wasn't it just Halloween? There's still a cute stuffed bat hanging by the mailbox, and the ubiquitous squashes. Holidays seem to be cramming the calendar like never before, bumping each other in line and reminding us how self-centered they can be. Bad behavior is acceptable at the table. But that's OK, I like to mix it up this time of year. After that, it's more of the same.