In those days it was all AM and stayed that way until that wonderful underground purveyor of songs longer than three minutes, FM, came along. FM radio killed AM radio, at least for me, and in 1979, “Video Killed the Radio Star.” Like all the other tracks on that Buggles LP, the theme was promotion of technology while worrying about its effects.
Joan Baez brought a good, young singer to Club 47, but it was booked, so Bob Dylan played for free between sets, never playing an official gig.
In early 1962 “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” by The Tokens was the Number One song in America. That January “The Twist” by Chubby Checker broke loose, followed by “The Peppermint Twist”…
In my small piece of land stretching into the icy Atlantic, we began many, many, many long months ago to batten down the root cellars, moor the ships, split wood for the stoves, and prepare to settle in. I’m not altogether sure how my neighbors survive these long cold months, but no doubt there is a reason there are three liquor stores within a ten-minute walk from me.
Sometimes silence from the scary side of life can be just as frightening as the verbosity and pompous attitude of the misfits of show business.
If you’ve never heard of the FISH! Philosophy, perhaps you have never talked to a trout or salmon or your company doesn’t know, or want you to know, about it.
(How do you explain what only the heart feels and the mind only hopes to grasp? At the bottom of the page is a link that will probably only deepen the mystery) It’s early September, shadows growing longer, darker, sooner stretching, inching across my little peninsula making the cold Atlantic Ocean that surrounds me, and […]
The rest of the trail, where normally I could see a hundred yards or so, was now blocked from my vision, blocked now from my view. Never to be touched by my reality again. But it lives today in my mind, just as if I could walk up that trail at this very moment.
Shore of New England is a grand time to batten down the hatches, harbor in, and … I feel like an archaeologist digging up bones. I will also visit an old bear, a deer and a mountain lion I named Brook Cat.
Peaceful Sea, the name is derived from the Latin name Tepre Pacificum, it is the largest of the earth’s ocean bodies and extends from the Arctic in the North to the Southern Ocean in the South, Bounded by Asia and Australia in the west and the Americas in the east. It has been sailed, surfed, photographed, and fished.
Something else that has all but disappeared from our landscape, smothered by mp3, is the good old-fashioned record store selling vinyl—touch me, feel me, play me. There is nothing like holding an album, feeling the groove, so to speak.