Last night one of my peers performed on national television on NBC's The Voice. I watched the video several times and I was so moved by her bravery that I had to write about it. …
Live Through This
David Brooks, my bass player, band mate and dear friend of 15 years was stabbed to death by his son on Sunday night. There. I said it. It's been a solid 24 hours since I got the news and I still look at the words in utter disbelief as if they were part of someone else's life - someone else's terrible tabloid headline. I woke up this morning grabbed my pillow tightly and sincerely hoped that it was all just a bad dream. I have vivid dreams and often wake still shaken from the experience. I …
The Joy of Writing in Cafes
is definitely the people watching. I sit here as people, sometimes alone, often in groups enter the cafe either confidently like regulars or tentatively as though they are waiting for an armed booby trap to spring. …
You Better Carry That Weight
Weird day today. A friend, a good friend who I've known for decades expressed "worry" that I might drop dead from being fat. Actually she said: "I worry about you" and then proceeded to tell me that another friend wanted to do an "intervention" which I later found out was not true. It was handled so cavalierly. It wasn't a "sit down" or an intimate conversation. She said it in passing, almost as an aside in the middle of a phone conversation. We weren't even talking about weight. It caught …
Whitney Houston
I am offended by the words of people who are so cavalier about the death of the great Whitney Houston. Statements like: "waste of talent," "I don't feel sorry for her" and "she blew it" shock and sicken me. It's as if they have no compassion and seemingly revel in the demise of others. …