- Massachusetts, USA
- September 20
- Retired composer, music publisher and producer. Writer.
- Manchester Music Library
- My memoir "Escaping the Giant" and my thriller "You Can't Write About Me" are both finished and with an agent. If he can't sell
them I will self-publish, so one way or another they will be available soon.
This blog and my memoir have enjoyed a vibrant relationship: I've repurposed bits of the memoir, which have then found their way into later drafts of the book. I didn't plan it that way, but it's a nice way to work.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Fifty Years Ago Today
November 22, 2013 08:15AM
- Murder Your Metaphors
November 06, 2013 09:59AM
- The Death of a President
October 24, 2013 11:52AM
- You Can't Write About Me!
January 28, 2013 10:07AM
- When I met Julie and Julia
June 27, 2012 03:21PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Can't help but be deeply
touched by this.
- “A good story, well
written, and "true" -as in
true for our
January 29, 2013 01:47PM
- “Maybe the book business
is not such a disaster after
Perhaps things are
July 12, 2012 04:19AM
- “Glad for your EP! I have
been surprised to find so much
contact here in
July 12, 2012 04:05AM
- “Congrats on the EP! Nice
picture of your town. Fun
LOLcats and giant
July 12, 2012 03:57AM
- MY LINKS
Mitt Romney in 1965, and today.
I try to steer clear of politics on this blog. With all the political discussion raging online, I’m afraid all I have to contribute is heat, and not much light.
But the recent revelation that Mitt Romney was a bully in prep school –… Read full post »
“I Left a 'Piece of My Heart' in San Francisco”
No, it’s not some gruesome song mash-up, the ghost of dear Janis Joplin scrreaming over a poor crooning Tony Bennett, scaring him so badly that he’s losing that genial smile.
It’s a simple stat… Read full post »
The ophthalmologist who diagnosed me with a retinal stroke called it “the canary in the mine” -early warning of worse things that might come, like a brain stoke. Last Wednesday I had an MRI to investigate what danger might be lurking down the tunnels of my arteries.
&n… Read full post »
Japanese war tubas
Three short Preludes and an Impromptu for Tubas, Piano, Violin, Pianist, Recording Engineer, Golden Girl, Razor Blade, Sex Toys, Editor of Sex Film (off stage), Orgasm Loop (faked; off stage), Fender Rhodes and Celeste.
PRELUDE I - SoCal Tuba Traged… Read full post »
I was reading Stephen King’s latest – 11/2/63, an alternate history of JFK’s assassination - when I ran into my father. I was using the Kindle app on my iPad, so I can’t say which page it was on, only that it was location 1071, 8% through the book.… Read full post »
“Teach your children well. Their father’s hell did slowly go by. And feed them on their dreams….” –Graham Nash
Frank Sinatra is haunting Mrs. Muse and me. Not our house. We don’t wake to the sound of a ghostly rat pack stumbling around in the attic,… Read full post »
My father and I on the Snake River in 1980
Seven years ago early in the morning of June 1st, my father’s nurse woke me to say, “Your father has passed.” I sat vigil, alone, at the foot of his bed, periodically glancing at his face, then… Read full post »
We bounced up the mountain on the dirt road, the undercarriage of our car clunking from time to time on one of the bigger bumps. I was following the directions Alec had given me the first time we came to visit, thirty years ago – “Just/… Read full post »
I was fifteen in early 1966 when I heard Dylan sing, “Something’s happening, and you don’t know what it is…” He sang with an authority and conviction that convinced me he possessed some Great Secret. I didn’t know what was happening, but wanted to find ou/… Read full post »
As promised here, I spent Christmas with Jewish Friends watching a movie and going out for Chinese. The movie, True Grit, was the first of three very good films I’ve seen in the last month. Each of them was enhanced by a fine score.
I had my… Read full post »
When it came to music my father and I had little in common. He couldn’t abide the rock music I played for a living. I had no use for the idol of his youth, Bix Biederbeck. Or any other jazz for that matter. We briefly agreed on liking/… Read full post »
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
My father loved Christmas. From the time I was very small in the da… Read full post »
My dreams often come true. Not those little passing fancies, but the ones I dream with passion and duration. But there’s no guarantee as to when. Dreams can come true, but they’re often late. I imagine that’s because the dream fulfillment department is swamped with back orders. The… Read full post »
One afternoon in January of 1964 I went to my best friend Bobby’s house after school.
I heard a racket coming from upstairs, a sound unlike anything I’d ever heard. “What’s that?” He shook his head, little sisters. “Abby. She’s been… Read full post »
My father forbade me to see horror movies, Twilight Zone, or Outer Limits. When he came home from a screening of “Psycho” he said, “I’ll never let you watch it” then proceeded to describe in gory detail everything from the famous shower s… Read full post »
“There are places I remember…All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better, Some have gone and some remain
All those places have their moments with lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living In my life I’ve loved them… Read full post »
Like many, I’m a big fan of AMC’s “Mad Men.” I have long been disappointed by all the books and movies that fail to capture the spirit of the 1960’s. It’s one of my motivations for writing, to try to do that myself.
From the first episode Mad Men evoked… Read full post »
If you already know the classical repertoire, none of these are hidden.
If you hate classical music, “You’re in the wrong place my friend, you better leave.” (B. Dylan, a classicist of another sort.)
But if you’ve heard some classical st… Read full post »
“I started out on Burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff” –B. Dylan, Just Like Tom Thumb Blues
Johannessen - Femme Fatale
We met in the dark days after my father’s death. The devil insomnia had plagued most of my nights since I was 12. It had stolen… Read full post »
What’s the greatest song of the 20th century?
Rolling Stone says it’s “Like a Rolling Stone.” Many days I’m inclined to agree. But it depends on the day, on my mood.
When I’m down and want commiseration it’s “A Case of You.” When I&rsq… Read full post »
I quit. I give up.
Nothing's good enough for anybody else
-Edie Brickell, “Circle of Friends.”
Everyday just as I was getting to work composing my boss came in and started ragging on me. “Listen to this piece of shit.” “I Don’t kno… Read full post »
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams - O'Shaughnessy, Elgar
When I was young I burned with desire to make things with my hands. I wanted my father to teach me to hammer and saw but he showed me his big hands and said, “All… Read full post »
My father announced, “We’re taking a whole month’s vacation!” It was the summer of 1960, the year he won his Guggenheim grant. With the money he got we could afford to rent a cabin on Mount Desert Island for August. He saw the promise of a very well-d/… Read full post »