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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 […]

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I’m doing something wrong in the world of kasha. I thought I had it down, and the smiling ghosts of my grandmothers rested peacefully. But the last two or three […]

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I enjoyed the doc about the Rolling Thunder Revue very much. It was a moment I remember vividly, envying the life of a traveling musician putting on shows with friends […]

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ç How come you write up dialogues as if you aren’t an asshole and everyone else is?√ That’s not what I’m doing.ç Yeah it is.√ You want me to be […]

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Just as nature positions the about-to-be-born to move instinctually through the birth canal, an intelligent choice, it positions people when very much in pain to view death as a positive […]

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Sparks fly when the class discusses politics in song. Most of them identify left but at least two are right wing and maybe three are ambivalent about everything political. My […]