Unforgettable forgotten albums: Kongos

It’s spring 1972. I thought I had never heard anything like it before. When I reached the final track, I realized that I had. The cover of the promotional LP I’d grabbed at random in the college radio station was striking. I mean, look at it. Fifty years later the colors have yellowed a bit,Continue reading “Unforgettable forgotten albums: Kongos”

These are the good old days

“We can never know about the days to come, But we think about them anyway … So I’ll try and see into your eyes right now And stay right here, ’cause these are the good old days.”  Carly Simon, “Anticipation” Carly Simon’s song about the difference between anticipation and reality comes to the wonderful conclusionContinue reading “These are the good old days”

The puppy, freedom, and music

Summer bristles at limits, which makes her a dog after my own heart. The limits are our way of keeping her safe, but who are we to assume we know what’s good for her? Maybe she is capable of fending for herself. I see a similarity in the way government looks after us — asContinue reading “The puppy, freedom, and music”

Artichokes and roses

One last thing I loved about Michael Nesmith was his quirky habit of giving songs names that never appear in the lyrics. My favorite group, the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, covered two Nesmith tunes in their masterpiece album, Uncle Charlie and His Dog Teddy. The LP begins with “Some of Shelley’s Blues,” which has theContinue reading “Artichokes and roses”

He traveled to the beat of a different drum

“I have no more than I did before, but now I’ve got all that I need, for I love you and I know you love me.” It was clear from the start that Mike Nesmith was the most talented of the Monkees. For one thing, he was a songwriter, not just a musician, and heContinue reading “He traveled to the beat of a different drum”

Looking forward to “West Side Story”

The first theater production I ever saw outside of school was a community theater production of “West Side Story” in my second-half-of-childhood hometown of Chester, New Jersey. I remember the first time I heard the song “Somewhere” sung from the stage’s balcony and echoing all through the old church. I thought it was the mostContinue reading “Looking forward to “West Side Story””