If you are a regular on this blog site then you've read about my two oldest friends, Neil and Danny, before (Now That I Think About It). As we've aged, our day to day existences have pulled us apart geographically, and so we end up talking about each other's lives more than actually taking part … Continue reading Brooklyn Music Factory: Playing By Heart
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Not Bad For A Beginner
Before I enter into the body of this piece I find myself forced to take a brief, but probably annoying tangent in a self promotional direction. Beginning sometime around the middle of November, I will be appearing on a podcast as well as doing some additional writing for the associated site, both to be titled … Continue reading Not Bad For A Beginner
Nothing In, Nothing Out
I am, by trade, a pediatric echocardiographer. Practicing for more than twenty years now, I have come into contact with tens of thousands of kids. No small percentage of them have been either college age or college bound high schoolers. During their examination I try and put them at ease by discussing, amongst other things, … Continue reading Nothing In, Nothing Out
The Song and…
Driving home today I caught about half of "The Long and Winding Road" on the radio, and experienced the wave of vague melancholy that I'm prone to when listening to the song. Part of that is the movement of the melody between tonic (E Flat major) and it's relative minor (C). The lyrics also play … Continue reading The Song and…
Willie And Joe: A Life In Words
My mother turned eighty nine a little over a month ago, and it is not going well. Age has hit her in most of the ways it can; diminished in all capacities, the already considerable psychological issues of her younger life exacerbated to cartoonish proportion. I suppose there are people who manage to get older … Continue reading Willie And Joe: A Life In Words
You Had To Be There
As someone who's spent his life with passions more or less equally divided between art and sport I've come, as I've aged, to feel like I walk a line dividing two factions who frequently view the other as deficient in some way, if not of lesser moral fiber. Most of the people I've met who've … Continue reading You Had To Be There
Moved
Starting from the premise that art is, at its most fundamental level, about communication, it follows that the artistic endeavors that leave the biggest imprint on us are the ones that really speak to some part of us that might otherwise be lost in the minutiae of our day to day existence. When I think … Continue reading Moved
