The American Songbook and Earworm Junction

Each morning I arise with a different song; from Stephen Foster to Stephen Sondheim, let's explore 100 years of popular American music and the artists who interpret them. Reviews, comments, observations and downright biased prose of the songs that have defined us as a people. Comments welcome.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

To Dream the Old Guys (and Gals) Impossible Dream

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     This has only very little to do with music...except for the radio part. As I gain in age and loose in common sense, I have become baff...
Sunday, August 12, 2018

Life in the Music Lane - Driving an 'Opus'

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 Have you ever seen " Mr. Hollands Opus" ?   You know. The movie starring Richard Dreyfus  as a contemporary high school music tea...
Sunday, November 20, 2016

S. O. B.: Abusing Ourselves While Singing

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S.O.B. or son-of-a-bitch. Have you heard it?  No not the expression. The song by Nathaniel Rateliff and "The Night Sweats" I...
Sunday, November 13, 2016

Cohen, Dylan and Trump: The Third Time's The Charm

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The title of this blog kind of looks like the brass plate on the door of a prestigious law firm. Anyway. I had planned early last week to w...
Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Still Crazy After All These Years (With Apologies To John Gary, Ray Bolger and P. Simon)

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I met Fred for a cup of coffee the other day. You'd like Fred. He's a gentle soul. Loves music and plays a little guitar. He...
Thursday, August 25, 2016

Busking and the Human Condition

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The 1969 seventh edition of Merriam Websters Collegiate Dictionary does not display the word busking, that's how new the word is. But bu...
Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Copland and Ives

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Its been a while since I have written anything here, but life is what it is. Neither terrible or gorgeous. Just a lot of stuff between smile...
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I was born one year to the day after Pearl Harbor, and have always been amazed at how much I have been allowed to witness in my life. From Concord NH to Lake Winnipesaukee, from Boston, Fort Dix NJ, New York City, Seoul Korea, and the searing heat of the Southwest through most all of the middle part of this country, Canada and Mexico, I have traveled a crooked highway. I ducked under desks during the Cold War, inadvertantly crossed into North Korea, woke up in an alley in Juarez with out the slightest idea of how I got there, saw several presidents and got married a few times along the way. Currently, I have nine children, five grandchildren and a loving wife. I play a couple of instruments and write songs and stories. I am progressing through a long spiritual journey, and, in general. I'm enjoying life
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