Posts focusing on live, recorded, remembered music
A February-sized month — 28 days — has passed since I last wrote about covid-19 jabs (English), pokes (New York), and shots (most everywhere else, I suppose). Since the president’s inaugural pledge back in January, to fling wide Americans’ access to coronavirus vaccinations, the nation’s mood has changed from doubt …
Thirteen months have passed since we in Washington fled our offices and shops, games and gathering places. The pandemic touched other places first, and sometimes worse. Everywhere, it seemed, fear was in the very air we breathed. Where would this mysterious illness pop up next, or more frighteningly, who would …
This little post is for all fans of Broadway and those who like to puncture the pompous. It features Randy Rainbow and [gasp!] Old Northportian (and multiple Tony, Grammy and Olivier award-winner) Patti LuPone. Enjoy… (Caution: Contains mild swearing and fabulous costumes. May provoke laughing out loud. Put your martini …
As you’ve already heard me whinge, it’s been a bad couple of weeks for sleep around here. Some insomnia-triggers I bet are familiar in your household, too: Coronavirus health alerts. Oh great, now every time I eat a dodgy taco, I can worry about COVID-19. To say nothing of the …
As I’ve noted before in these pages, I’ve long been a poor sleeper. Takes me a long time to feel drowsy, and even once my eyelids start to droop and I’ve turned out the light, a longer time to actually drop off. Sometimes it’s body aches or pains. You should …
Since losing Timothy on the autumnal equinox of 2018, my seasonal calendar has hinged on two events loosely fixed to his passing. In November, I go to White Eagle Natural Burial Ground for its All Souls Day honoring of time’s passage. On that day, we who have our dear ones …
Bela Fleck and the Flecktones notwithstanding, Timothy was no particular fan of the banjo’s intrusion into jazz. In his view, it was best relegated to jazz’s Cajun cousin, zydeco — which he quite liked, make no mistake. It had (in his view) no place in New Orleans’ jazz palaces like …
Well, I suppose the one example of Russia’s most famous musical export here at the SunHouse would indeed sing… if I knew the first thing about tuning one, or playing one once tuned. The balalaika in question is one of the last items from Timothy’s music closet to find a …
I was just telling you a bit about the delightful Milo in The Phantom Tollbooth. He receives a purple tollbooth, some coins to pay tolls with, and a map of the places served by this particular tollbooth. He immediately observes they aren’t anywhere served by the Jersey Turnpike… (Well, I …
When I was a mere slip of a bookwright — a veritable inchbookworm — I stumbled upon several books that rang out to me like bells across a silent snowfield. And, strangely, usually, shortly after I absorbed them, they vanished. Not because I personally lost them: Never! Books which belonged …
