Me singing and playing my Seagull acoustic! Continue reading “Mini Concert – Harry Nilsson, Ozark Mountain Daredevils, Elton John”
I recently wrote about a TV show called “Blackish,” which I vow to never like, even if it might have some good parts. I hate it; I’m a hater. I hate it without even watching it. I hate it on principle.
But the more I think about it, I’m not sure what I hate.
It’s very difficult for me.
Like you, probably, I want to stop thinking about it.
I want blacks and whites to be blacks and whites, Continue reading “Basketball and Racism”
She’s a looker
Touch my face
A little longer
Spin and swing her
Check my number
It’s a keeper
Nothin’ on my
It’s a zinger!
Just the way you
Make it linger!
This is cool!
It’s me on the radio (below) a year ago, talking about my CD and novel combo, “Share The Moon!” Chris DiPaola and I talked for an hour and he played a bunch of songs! What fun!
I also wanted to say I’ll be on the radio Saturday night (Jan. 6) (tonight if you’re reading this with your morning coffee)!
I’ll be on for an hour Saturday on “Alternative Nation” with Denise Acker Taylor on 96.7 FM The Buzz, starting at nine. Please tune in! We’ll talk about the Garageband era, regional musicians and writing … and I might even play a song!
Here’s that recorded show with Chris:
What could be better? I like them little, so you can just pop them in your mouth. I also like to fry them instead of in the oven.
The recipe is simple …
1) Move to a house where they do not have city gas.
2) Periodically have trouble sleeping.
3) Eventually your propane delivery service, during a “bad winter,” probably soon, will charge you four-dollars per gallon. After paying $800-a-month a few times, quit your propane company and install a pellet stove.
4) Bide the time at night, when you can’t sleep, watching television. Soon you’ll own a Nuwave2 Precision Inductive Cooktop, the ultimate nose-flip at those propane people.
5) Purchase pre-cooked frozen little meatballs Continue reading “Easy Viking Teriyaki Meatballs”
The latest from my kitchen is, I have some new apples. This news is similar to previous reports from the kitchen, but although I have new apples frequently, it’s still news.
These new apples are organic. I didn’t read the details, but they’re different than just a regular apple.
First, they come in a plastic bag with graphics, and it says “organic” in big letters; there’s even a fancy plastic bag zipper. Second, they are smaller than regular apples. These organic apples have little holes in them, and are also less shiny and good-looking than regular apples.
Oh, and they cost more.
So, they’re organic. In order to learn more, I pretended to have a conversation with Lou Johnson, President of the Organic Apple Association, a watchdog group that protects the organic apple industry from unfair trade practices. Lou lives in Texas “off the grid,” in a small camper.
How about that show “Blackish?”
It’s a TV show. National.
As you might imagine, I don’t watch it. Really, I only watched a few minutes, and only to confirm in my overheated brain the concept is really what it is.
I feel like I’m going out on a limb, but this is a show named “blackish” because it’s about a group of people who are black, but look kind of like white people … like Obama. I didn’t make this up. I’m just saying it out loud.
It amazes me sometimes the dim wit of creative people Continue reading “Some Things Are Not Black Or White (or, Why The Show “Blackish” Is Probably Not Funny, Except I Didn’t Watch It)”
My daughter sent me this. Happy New Year! Continue reading ““Source” – Fever The Ghost”
I met Philip Morris
In a cloud of smoke
He said he was an angel
I was sure it was a joke
If you owned a train
Called Destination Death
The question in my mind
Is would you ride on it yourself?
Morris won’t you tell me
Your product’s hot as hell
But if I want to join
Do I have to hurt myself?
In a wink he offered me
A whiskey and a fag Continue reading “Philip Morris (A Poem)”
Boys, when you get home tonight …
Tell your mother or your brother
Or your sister or your lover
That you learned to be a man
At first you thought it was a scam
It seemed too easy of a plan
But if a man can hold his own
He’s not quite done until he’s told
A woman that she’s beautiful
That her eyes are filled with love Continue reading “Learned To Be A Man (A Poem)”
I must think I’m pretty smart.
What do you think?
Today I’m going to make some predictions.
This will help, as time goes by and my predictions become true, demonstrate my amazingness (he said while typing on a little computer in bed in his sweats).
First off, I predict Chloe Kohanski will win “The Voice.” Those of you who follow popular music probably think I’m cheating a little, since the competition was over last week, and Chloe actually did win … But I predicted it in November!
Already hard to keep up, huh?
In Chloe’s case, I didn’t actually call the winner, but I saw it comin’!
Now it’s time for some new predictions!
Flat out, clear, and no nonsense!
THE NEW WORLD ORDER CONTINUED
I predict compact discs will become obsolete someday … but not any time soon, as they represent the last vestige of good old fashioned hold-it-in-your-hands gift-giveable actual physical goods Continue reading “The Future of Compact Discs (or, Have a Kunaki Chip Cookie!)”
What happened … Christmas is over already?
Oh well, I’m late for everything!
But Chistmas doesn’t have to be over! Here’s wishing you Christmas every day, with Fever, a talented group from southestern Connecticut, and their great new Christmas video! When you see and hear how much fun these folks are having, you won’t care what day it is!