Life of Kings

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I wrote this song many years ago. I never published it with my EP or later as a single. The recent comments by a New York Times reporter regarding Obama’s birthday crowd being ‘sophisticated and vaccinated’ reminded me of some of the elitist lyrics. When I first imagined the song, I wanted it to have the energy of a big musical number set to Mozart-style chamber music. Had I had the production dollars, I would’ve put out the song in order to have an excuse for the music video; of course, I have it storyboarded already. My revived writing dedication has spilled over into music again, and I would very much like to go back in the studio: finish incomplete … Read More

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Watchers Watching

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I’m leaned up against a concrete wall in a breezeway waiting on a gust of wind, the momentum it could bring. I’ve been scoping out a place. It is late day and there’s finally a lull in foot traffic at this tony restaurant bar across the way. The last of the lunch crowd left and the happy hour regulars haven’t yet arrived. I parked my recognizable car a ways-away and then walked to a hideaway spot; prior reconnaissance. I’m hanging out and hanging back. I love watching people, and I can always spot the ones who consider themselves to be hyperaware of their environment. It’s in the eyes. Some people are really good at taking it all in. In the same … Read More

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Without Cause For Cure

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There wasn’t a medicine cabinet per se, because no one ever got sick. A philosophy eventually built up around this. One time I stepped on a fishhook and instinctively yanked it to remove it; that was a mess. One time I fell into an anthill. One time I accidentally drank the dog’s antitick medicine lifted from the refrigerator door, only because I thought it was my bubblegum flavored antibiotic. This was one of two times I was rushed to the emergency room. They pumped my stomach. The other time was over a bloody nose. An entire bathroom towel was used to squelch the gusher, which immediately stopped flowing as soon as we walked through the ER doors. So, it’s not that … Read More

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Compare and Contrast

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The constant noise and activity of New York City does something to concentrate the mind. I deliberately embarked on the trip to get some clarity. It also served itself up as a compare and contrast case. Maybe live in the city; maybe take the job there; maybe there’s a relationship. A lot of maybes.  Pardon the delay in posting. Prior to leaving, I began a first phase of a kitchen remodel. There were also the two weeks preceding the trip, in which I was back and forth with potential employers. I may now be suffering from whiplash: the preparation and anxiousness; the zoom calls and interviews; the editing and the follow ups. All of that buildup and now I’m in waiting … Read More

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Rage Room

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Has anger become the rage? For decades it seemed more contained, whether the private matter of a domestic dispute or a bar fight or a screaming fit in a boardroom. Of course there have always been protests and picket lines and road rage, but now we have more outlets and platforms to express. To not be judicious about one’s anger is to be childish. Uncontrolled anger is a sign of deeper issues requiring therapy; maybe a drug or alcohol problem. A year in lockdown was provoking, no doubt, but more people are short-fused and flying off the handle. I believe we all carry a little rage inside of us, though, either from being personally slighted or feeling it on behalf … Read More

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