The search goes on

Somewhere out there are the perfect words, a phrase that unlocks wisdom and peace and understanding and love and no more hassle and din and hatred and discord. Every day we log onto social media or otherwise check into the world to browse around for those special words. And in a meme or a bigContinue reading “The search goes on”

Waiting to be found again

The books wait on the shelves. They came to the shelves, some on impulse, some on purpose, all because they called to me, looking interesting. Some I bought after a great ebook experience, to preserve the memory to sample again someday. Some are collections of memories (the comic-book compilations and other anthologies). Like the recordsContinue reading “Waiting to be found again”

Glad … for serendipity

I’m so glad we … had a serendipitous miscommunication. I’ve been enjoying an early Christmas present — Paul McCartney’s New album, that is to say, the album McCartney released in 2014 called New. A couple of weeks ago, Red asked me what I want for Christmas, I was stumped for a moment, and then IContinue reading “Glad … for serendipity”

Glad … for music

I’m so glad I … hear the music. When I was a kid I was obsessed with Top 40 radio, but I also hoarded my dad’s 78 rpm records and fell in love with Artie Shaw’s “Frenesi” and Benny Goodman’s “Sing Sing Sing” and Raymond Scott’s “Powerhouse.” My background music as I type this isContinue reading “Glad … for music”

Top 10 lists of remembered joy

While mindlessly surfing social media the other day, I stumbled across a “10 best TV shows of all time” thread. I love lists and so enjoyed wandering through other people’s lists. Then I decided to give it a whirl. These are the 10 shows I thought of before my brain started thinking “shows that IContinue reading “Top 10 lists of remembered joy”

In the Attic: Manhattan Spiritual

Reading about Tommy James’ career got me rummaging through my boxes of old 45 rpm singles last night, listening first to my old TJ and the Shondells tunes and then paging down the alphabet, when I stumbled across my treasured copy of Reg Owen’s “Manhattan Spiritual,” which I hadn’t heard in years. I still don’tContinue reading “In the Attic: Manhattan Spiritual”

W.B.’s Book Report: Tommy James’ autobiography

The magic just grabs some people. My cousin’s dear one shared his copy of a book by Tommy James called Me, the Mob and the Music, and I raced through the first half last night. It’s quite a tale. It’s the story of a kid who was gripped by the magic early in life andContinue reading “W.B.’s Book Report: Tommy James’ autobiography”

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