I have a ticket for “An evening with Jackson Browne” tonight at the Britt Festival in Jacksonville, OR. But on August 7, 2019 I’m gonna be 1984 miles away in Springtown, Misery. On most days of our summer roadtrip I posted thirteen pictures on Facebook. This time I’m stealing lyrics from a baker’s dozen from…
The precise order of events: 1. I saw a five word reply to a FB post : “Somebody needs to do something!” 2. A few minutes later, on a different thread in a different group, I saw almost the exact same words. 3. At that very same moment the song that was playing: “Somebody to…
Birthday week of 2017 was a doozy. Music. Sunshine. Friends. Food. Family. Frolicking. Revelry. Reminiscing. More music…and a tad bit of introspection. We had been in Orygun less than 3 months when Jackson Browne released “The Pretender.” If I had a “ben franklin” for every time I have played the album since I bought the…
I’ve always been good with numbers…at least that’s what they tell me. I was a CPA once upon a time. I was/am a number cruncher, but I was NEVER a bean counter. “But this can’t be the right number….” -=-=-= I had just turned 17 when The Who released their first album. I cranked it…
…i have them all the time: crazy thoughts. I’m not alone. But then again, we all are… I’ve been thinking about this eclipse hysteria. I’ve had a pair of “shower thoughts” about this craziness. Today I’m seeing pictures of people flocking to “viewing spots” in mass. I have no idea what and where the largest…
It’s been 43 days since June 27 and my last post to this blog. On August 1, 2017 I saw a great show by Ryan Adams at The Pageant in St. Louis. The first four lines of the 3rd song of the evening pretty much describes my state of mind since my 6/27/17 post: “I…
A year ago I posted my initial blog entry. I wrote that the elapsed time between starting the introductory piece and posting it was about 11 months. This was on top of a few years of internal dialogue about “putting myself out there.” I was prolific for awhile, posting 10 musings in the month of…
The first evening of winter (meteorologically speaking….a story for another day) was pretty special this Dec. 1, 2016: the Bottle Rockets at Lindberg’s…a Great band at the oldest tavern in Springfield. Several friends in attendance to share the evening with made it an even more special night. Marshall Crenshaw was there too, but the evening…
For many years I’ve been telling anyone who would listen: “I wanta die like Leroy Nichols.” And then I have to explain who he was, and how he died. Leroy died the way that almost everyone wants to go…before they become just a memory. Or worse, a drooling doofus. People wanta die quickly, and with…