Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Sunday School Lessons

 





Seems that I paid more attention in Sunday school than I thought. Guess I was listening more closely than I knew to all of those rhythm and blues records. I never forgot a single promise that I made in the throes of love, either.

These are good times for getting better at forgetting.








Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Well Enough, I Suppose

 





Wasn't it Stewart Brand who wrote, "We are as gods and might as well get good at it"? That was in another century. 

Seems to me that technology has outpaced humanity.

The problem, as I see it, is that the technology is in the hands of anyone who can afford it. 

As long as I'm quoting heroes, let's go way back to President Eisenhower:

"In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist."

                       On my bad days, I blame biology. On my good days I don't think about it at all. 

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.







Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Acts, Natural and Unnatural

 




Over the years I seem to have given up most everything that once took up my time as well as my energy. I don't write much. Not sure if that's because I don't play much or record much or, maybe, because it's all been written.

I gave up facebook, but to be honest, facebook gave me up first. Same with romance.

My big discovery is that free time is amplified and augmented by the disappearance of drama. Oh, I've got climate change and the pandemic and supply chain issues to face, but that's chicken feed compared to the rigors of a social life.

Meanwhile, I'm reading books that have piled up on the bedside table for years. Oh, and the memories- lord, I have memories.






Sunday, October 3, 2021

Lessons Learned






Do you need a license to be a philosopher? I never had to pass any kind of exam to call myself a musician.  Oh, I joined a union once. It disappeared after a few years. I signed up for various organizations that never wanted anything to do with me, other than annual dues. I only told folks that I was a musician to keep from claiming that I was a "writer" or a "poet." That really sounds pretentious.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure that I'm a philosopher. That sounds so much better than "layabout" or "retired" or "former musician."

Now, you may want to be judicious about taking advice from an unlicensed philosopher. I understand. Nevertheless, here's what I offer:

Love first. Ask questions later.





 

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

Spend It All On You

 




Life is easiest for me when I'm out of fashion. I'm almost always out of fashion. Oh, I try. I just don't try very hard.

I remember a photo session in New York. I was the only guy in the band without a Nehru jacket. The others talked me into borrowing one from a girl who had come to the shoot. To this day I regret having caved.

By the time that the photo ran in Billboard, I had quit the group. They painted me out of the shot.






Tuesday, September 14, 2021

You Talkin' To Me?





If you're like me, you spend most of your waking hours waiting for the next chapter. 

"As soon as I grow up."

"As soon as I get married."

"As soon as I'm divorced."

"When I finish this record."

"Once this haircut grows out."

You know, the important stuff. Most of the rest of my time I spend looking back. Usually with regret. At least I never grew up. I played rock'n'roll.

One day, out of the blue, you realize that you're on the last chapter. 

When I finally made it to the last bit of Look Homeward, Angel, I slowed down. I remember only reading a page or two and putting it down. Finally I would only read one or two paragraphs before going to bed, knowing that there was an ending that Thomas Wolfe had put there that I couldn't get around.

The news comes on and I'm encouraged by the fact that the world leaders are older than I am. Of course it's obvious that they've been on the last chapter for some time.

At some point you're just hoping for a happy ending.




 

Friday, August 27, 2021

Hope Above All

 




Always thought it took a long time to become an old man. Nope.

The masses will live on crumbs and cheer on the elite as long as hope remains in the mix. Once greed takes the crumbs off the table, say "hello" to Mr. Revolution. Are we there? How would I know?

These are the darkest days that I can remember. The assassinations of the Kennedys and Dr. King are the only memories that hold a blown-out candle to the events on the evening news. Still, hope remains the star in my show. 

On my little scorecard, love still dukes it out with the dark side. I'm gonna have to love a little harder.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.