October 22, 2020 It's Thursday afternoon and the pandemic has got you down. You need a break from the loop of bad news, a slice of normalcy, a little fun. If any of that sounds familiar, go to Facebook or Instagram at 6:00 p.m. Eastern for, "It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere: A Musical Social From a… Continue reading A pandemic diary: It’s five o’clock somewhere!
August 27, 2020 I was sitting in traffic the other day when a dragonfly dropped out of the sky right in front of the windshield. It hovered like a Blackhawk, wings beating impossibly fast, before zipping away out of sight; their average speed is about ten miles an hour but they can get up to… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Change and perseverance
May 17, 2020 Saturday I attended an online meeting of the Atlanta Writers Club, an organization that predates the last pandemic and is rolling with the punches during this one. Sadly, another much-loved Atlanta event has gone dark: a monthly jam session for singers, including my wife. A bandstand plus a roomful of vocalists and… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Being here
Long before the pandemic, those of us who live with chronic conditions knew that normalcy is precious. It’s easy to take for granted, yet fragile – and once lost, it can be very, very hard to get back. I've had to learn that lesson all over again, but also rediscovered another truth: There’s always hope.… Continue reading When the ordinary is plenty
My wife and I just returned from a jazz education conference in the city where jazz was born, the one that greets the suckers tourists with the slogan “Laissez les bon temps rouler!” or “let the good times roll.” However, after a few days in the conference hotel, les bon temps became le mauvais moment*… Continue reading Un visiteur grincheux dans le grand pas si facile, or A grumpy visitor in the big not-so-easy
It’s nearly Labor Day and the dragonflies are back, zipping over the deck against a bright blue sky. Somewhere south in the Gulf of Mexico is a storm that might (1) give us some rain and wind, (2) miss us altogether, or (3) come ashore as a full-on hurricane that would send us running for… Continue reading The armies of life
Even if you’re not a jazz fan like me, this video is worth watching. You’d never guess that Pat Martino, the guitarist in the tan jacket, long ago underwent surgery for a severe brain aneurysm and came out with no memory of his guitar or his caree...