Memorial Day 2017
Rituals are important, they remind us of what is not trivial. So while there will be plenty of sales and BBQs this weekend there will also be parades and moments of remembrance. That’s appropriate given why we have Memorial Day in the first place.
Unofficially, it’s also the start of summer. Last year I kicked off the season with a baker’s half-dozen of Continue reading
Music gets me through the day and I can be a bit fascistic, especially when it comes to breadth. My kids don’t even get much TV since I think the radio is a better alternative. And the station they listen to most often is WBGO, the jazz station hereabouts.
I might be the most improbable person to listen to jazz since, in musical terms, I don’t know what I’m listening to. I just followed Continue reading
Little pink houses have been known to come with built-in bullshit detectors.
We come from garageland….
Roget, were he alive, might be persuaded to list authentic as a synonym of garage.
That thought occurred to me this week as I crisscrossed the back roads of LSD. Prompted, as I often am, by a particular song I realized that there is one genre that Continue reading
Comes the middle of August, when the days are noticeably shorter and the light is longer and yellower, I yearn for the beach. With the water at its warmest and the crowds beginning to thin there’s no better place to be.
Maybe next year I’ll kick summer off with music. This year, I was set to thinking by a Mark Spitz post on Salon. Spitz has a late summer ritual built around a Continue reading
On Monday morning, like many Americans in many towns, I’ll wander down the block with my son to watch the Memorial Day parade. For him it will be about the candy the paraders throw at the crowd (and it is a crowd). For me, though. it’s always about something more profound.
War is an ugly word. It draws out the worst in us and Continue reading
Despite myself, I am terribly sentimental about the Fourth of July. Without disrespecting anyplace else, it’s a singular privilege to live in this grand, glorious mess of a nation which is still, as far as I know, the only one built on an idea.
There are two things that make at least this American proud. One is the Opening Ceremony of the Olympics when after watching nation after homogeneous nation march by the US contingent rolls in, a fabulous mosaic of all the types of people who are just like the rest of us (only faster or stronger or more coordinated, it is the Olympics after all). The other is in the music this Continue reading
Guitar Gods, you know who they are, tend to play two types of solid body guitars: the Les Paul made by Gibson and the Stratocaster ,made by Fender. Most Gods have a favorite; over the course of their careers some play both.
But the first multi-pickup, solid body electric guitar was the Fender Broadcaster, introduced in 1950. That guitar became the Telecaster and has Continue reading