Thursday, July 14, 2016

This Ain't No Roxy Music

And Tomorrow's Just a Song Away...

You basically know they'd have listened to this on the Gilmore Girls if that show had stayed on the air.

But sadly, it went off a long time ago. And then it took seven years after this came out for me to hear it.

Better late than never.

Much, much, much better.

(Produced by Jerry Harrison from Talking Heads, who arguably knows something about truthful songs over an '80s groove...)

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Happy Birthday

To your friend & mine, Ringo Starr.

By the way, does anyone else hear a little tribute to Badfinger's "Day After Day" here? Not a huge surprise considering this track was written by George Harrison and Mal Evans...

Sunday, June 12, 2016

I'll say it again...

I wrote this earlier today on Facebook, but I'll share it here too.

I'm sickened by what happened overnight in Orlando. I'm sickened by people who don't care because it was a gay nightclub. I'm sickened by people who delight in the fact that the shooter was Muslim and (apparently) affiliated with Islamic extremist groups. I'm sickened by the rush to brand this as terrorism by the same people who refuse to label as terrorism similar shootings by White Christians. I'm sickened by the continuing efforts of the NRA to block any attempts to limit access to weaponry designed to kill people quickly and to stop law enforcement from limiting access to weapons for people they've already flagged as potential terrorists. I'm sickened by the fact that so many otherwise rational Americans have been convinced that frequent mass shootings with ever larger death tolls are better than any limits on anyone to own any type of weapon. And I'm sickened that my friends who are giving their hearts and souls to making the world a better and safer place have to face news like this (which in many cases echoes their own deep personal traumatic histories) so frequently.

Friday, June 3, 2016

She Won't She Won't

The sign of a glance.

The soft touch.

More: the promise of touch.

That silent electrical moment before contact.




Called forth.

When you don't want it.

When you don't need it.

Reminding. Remembering. Recalling.

And lingering.