Me at The Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh, PA performing my 15 minutes of fame video.
There are days I will write to total silence. I read my own writing aloud on those days without distractions and without the feelings and emotions that a musical background tend to provoke. It’s only the words I’m interested in hearing. The cadence of how they sound and the beat and meaning they release to the reader.
Will the next person reading my words aloud understand exactly what I was trying to tell them? Continue reading
Posted in Artsy and Poetic
Tagged Adele, Alanis Morissette, Daily Post, Fiona Apple, Flogging Molly, Free Man in Paris, Imagine Dragons, It Comes Back To You, Joni Mitchell, Music, The Drovers, The Lumineers, writer's block, Writing
Bending my mind around the magnitude of talent and thought that went into some of the art I have experienced takes me to another world whenever I need a vacation from this reality.
Chest high and smooth as silk, these half barrels break far enough out that you can ride them all the way down the beach.
The sun breaks through the rain clouds and shines a constant beam on the lone old-timer in a full wetty braving the cold Atlantic this morning, as I quietly chew my burrito. Continue reading
Let’s pretend you are stuck in a room of about a dozen people and they are all dancing. They are laughing, smiling, having a great time and they are all dancing. Everyone is dancing except for you and that’s because you hate dancing.
You hate everything about dancing. Continue reading
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When was the last time you questioned your beliefs?
I know with the state of our government these days, a lot of folks are questioning what they believe politically and that’s all part of what makes us part of society. My question digs a little deeper than that.
We grow up being taught a certain way to believe. I was fortunate that my grandfather also believed in spiritual beings deserving to choose for themselves. I was taken to church every Sunday as a child and I was baptized and christened as a baby there. When I reached a certain age I was Confirmed as a church member and attended Catechism. But when I turned fifteen years old my grandfather gave me a choice. Continue reading