My very first concert, the July 19, 1980, World Series of Rock at the Cleveland Stadium, also happened to be the very best and most memorable concert I’ve ever attended.
That day was one massive mess of merriment and music…
writing is sorrow ~ having had written is sublime
I’m no pacifist by any means, but it seems to me that history has proven time and time again that war is the only recession-free industry there is. Might as well smile and dance while making a groovy conscientious political statement about it… #makelovenotwar
Life is all it is – joyful, sad, comprehensive, confusing, peaceful, violent, and on and on and on… Of course, regardless of what reality tries to tell one, it can only be what one – you, me, each unique individual making up the all of we – says it is. And no matter how hard … Read more
Gloomy day. Wet leaves falling with the rain. Spirits as low as the barometric pressure. Need this one… #wanthappybehappy
Or, the Zen of Walking Among Cornfields… #cityboy#countrylife#walkingdownacountryroad
Doing a reread of Big Will’s Titus Andronicus so what better way to summon the happy dancing spirits today than by rocking out to a song by, you got it, Titus Andronicus… #letsdance
#discorevival#danceawaytheblueswithdisco
Waiting for the trump statement to be released declaring the Minneapolis cops who murdered George Floyd to be good people…
Impossible to do. Not because I think all of them are great, which they very well may be. But because I basically only know songs from The Wall and Dark Side of the Moon. But Bill Wyman writing for Vulture thinks it’s possible. Anyway, whether you’re into Floyd or not, or into rankings or not, … Read more
My very first concert, the July 19, 1980, World Series of Rock at the Cleveland Stadium, also happened to be the very best and most memorable concert I’ve ever attended.
That day was one massive mess of merriment and music…
With all the constant blood and violence in this constantly bloody and violent nation of mine, a la yesterday’s insane mass killing after a gun-toting asshole goes off his nutty handle during a routine traffic stop, I hardly feel like getting my groove on.
But get my groove on I must or else I will become completely consumed by the constant blood and violence and do nothing more than wallow in a constant state of misery and fear…