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When Snowden tried to find an honest broker among journalists he chose Glenn Greenwald. He was considering exposing puppet masters and knew it could mean jail or losing his citizenship, […]

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I had an interview coming up for a job, big one. You never know. AIso applied for two teaching positions, Edmonton and Ryerson oops – I mean Toronto Metropolitan University. […]

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Old song came over the speakers while I drove home. I never listened attentively before. The violins in the bridge are doing Bolero. You should stop everything and turn it […]

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At the open stage there was a couple playing guitar and flute. The songs were written by him and they sang together but she played the solos. She was accomplished […]

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Late October a middle aged woman in a queue to see the band at Lee’s Palace overheard the teenage door person  tell her friend on her cellphone ” I hate this […]

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There was a songwriter who thought she was a journalist and a mouse that thought he was a giant. The mouse met the songwriter during the turpentine wars, she was […]

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Thinking about R. Murray Schafer’s book about teaching music. He asks young people how many religions they believe in, they each answer one (their own) and then he asks them […]

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I was in Copenhagen a few years ago at the invitation of a philosophy professor at a Copenhagen College to show my films and sing my songs. He thought I […]

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From the control room I heard the singer was flat and asked him to try singer sharper. He told me I was wrong, he was offended. I asked the engineer […]

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I feel fortunate having had older brothers, especially their record collections. Earliest memory fixating on John Lennon’s Working Class Hero. That record’s actually called something else but growing up, everyone […]