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"Hi Jim, it's Dad, just touching base to see how everything is going and how you're feeling and how everyone is today. Looks like the first day of spring, the weather is horrible, I'm sure you agree. Give me a ring, let me know how things are going?” My Dad, Bill, spoiled me for fine dining out. He decides where [...]
Lately I’ve been working the elliptical hard, pumping the pedals like I have something to prove. As a cancer survivor, maybe I do. Staying strong could help protect me against COVID-19. Because of my condition, I make it my priority. Sometimes during my workout an old memory drifts up, of a time I had even more to prove. It’s November [...]
I started writing these for my dear friend and frequent collaborator, the jazz saxophonist John Ellis. We both live in Village View, a Mitchell-Lama Housing Complex in the East Village, one building over from each other. When COVID hit, I started sending him material – “rough cuts” that we might eventually work on together to turn into songs. At least [...]
Observations in the Vale and Vector of the Virus It’s late. And again, I survey the silence, inverting wakefulness and sleep. Again, in place of dreaming, I listen to the refrigerator humming. The construction site that had been growing like a giant metal bean stalk outside my window, down the block, has suspended activity, its girders rearing midair untrussed. Who [...]
My 10 year-old son, Ryder has autism. Ryder is the sweetest boy ever, but he still surprises me and catches me off guard with things, mischievous things. Ryder's always been very physical and that helps him, and hurts me, when he's carrying out the crazy and creative (in retrospect) and impulsive thoughts that come to him. He has been up [...]
