Riding the Water, Riding the Waves

Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and greyNowhere in the suburbsIn the cold light of dayThere in the midst of it so alive and aloneWords support like boneDreaming of mercy streetWear your inside outDreaming of mercyIn your daddy(‘s arms againDreaming of mercy street‘swear they moved that signDreaming of mercyIn your daddy’s armsPeter Gabriel, “MercyContinueContinue reading “Riding the Water, Riding the Waves”

Seeing Sien

My latest venture to the DIA brought me to this piece, “Sorrow”, which model was Van Gogh’s so-called girlfriend, Sien Hoornik, who lived with him in Hague along with her son (who wasn’t Van Gogh’s, for the record). Some reports state that Vincent was near-obsessively generous to her, buying her cigars and other fineries andContinueContinue reading “Seeing Sien”

Rediscovering Detroit: Mark Jewett and the Strategic Advisors

Well, that was a simply magical time. Went back at the ole Berkley Coffee to check out a local music group that had posted their event in one of the social media groups I follow. I noticed that another musician I greatly admire was interested in this one, so I figured, what the hell? EvenContinueContinue reading “Rediscovering Detroit: Mark Jewett and the Strategic Advisors”

Repetition is a form of comedy. Repetition is a form of comedy.

When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.Buddha Siddhartha Guatama Shakyamuni A truly bizarre phenomenon occured in my life in my mid-20s: practically overnight, the strollers in my neighborhood had spawned. Seemingly hundreds of them had suddenly shimmered into existence, everywhere: in my pharmacy’s parking lot, in restaurants, on every city sidewalk. I’d somehowContinueContinue reading “Repetition is a form of comedy. Repetition is a form of comedy.”