hemingway accordion
I started listening The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, as a book on tape, partly because earlier I read a book about Hemingway’s editor, Maxwell Perkins, and I found […]
the listeners
The musicians who are not much fun to play with, often display no sense of listening to others. They lead expecting others to be thankful about being in their company. […]
from the chair on stage
If you were a kid of this century you’d understand but you’re not, you’re old. Thus ends any disagreement between me and the ten year old. Her logic intact. Filling […]
what the brain wanted
If the brain makes all it’s decisions based upon intelligence what then was it doing keeping her repeating destructive behavior over and over and over? What did it gain by […]
somewhere slow
I damaged a relationship one time, I said something critical about the music of a friend who asked me what I thought of their new record. There was every reason […]
the program
Mean Steve Piano was a strange guy, to me anyway. We just didn’t have much in common despite both being pianists and on the scene of Toronto’s Queen street once […]
another ordinary day of music
A young boy repeated to his violin teacher a racist joke he heard in the schoolyard, which he didn’t understand. The teacher ridiculed the boy and not understanding why the […]
buonanotte
After dinner I was walking through the mall with my book, pt. 2 of Chava Rosenfarb’s trilogy about the Lodz ghetto when an man somewhere in his early eighties, who […]
Al in a wheelchair and whatshername playing something in the air.
One of my friends, when we were eleven, at the Eaton’s department store, sat in a wheelchair. He helped himself to it, there happened to be one there. I wheeled […]
train your mind
Thoughts are not the stuff that makes change. Nails, wood, hammers are. If you could make your thoughts like nails, wood and hammers no problem. You cannot train your mind […]