War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Putting aside the dismal, depressing political/environmental/pandemic news cycle for a minute or two and making time and room for another Sunday serenade, this time with the one-and-only, John, Paul, George, and Ringo — four names carrying a single title that really, really does go without saying. But we will — The Beatles. Probably the best-known, and…
Leaving the dismal news cycle alone for a bit this Sunday morning, and fastening our anxiety-anxious view to some music I’d listened to or mulled over this past week and on how appropriate the sound for the nowadays. Off one of the best albums of the 1990s, “August and Everything After,” a couple of tracks…
Muted-yellow sunshine this late-afternoon Sunday here in California’s Central Valley — there’s a shine in the air, but a bit on the mellow side, like maybe influenced by some forest fire smoke. Although fires burning in Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks about three hours southeast of my location are now reportedly 55-percent contained, there’s…
Nice early-autumn, late-afternoon Sunday here in California’s Central Valley with warm sunshine and cool shade. Out in the backyard a few moments ago doing a B&M (Wine, wood-tip) break, and the ambiance comforting with family/children noises from neighbors around about, though, none all that close, but still a kind of musical normalcy. A sense rare…
As if to soften the deafening shitstorm/clusterfuck of current life, another in our continuing series ‘Destination‘ (last one here) with some more acoustic-like music to soothe away the myriad troubles and woe — romance of real reality in current circumstances means a great deal. This serial has been way-mostly songs from what’s become my most-favorite…
Just to escape the doomscrolling for a while and center a post this late-afternoon Sunday on a ‘shine‘ in music and in words, we try to visit a brightness from inside with all the darkness prevailing on the outside. What the fuck is that shit? One of my favorite songs of all time — and…
In a non-contextual free-form this Saturday morning, and amongst savage news stories, I’m slipping back some 47 years, back to 1974 — I graduated from the University of Florida that June and spent the summer (when not working the loading dock at the Sears-Roebuck store in Gainesville — my job during the last two years…
Another musical notable passing today: Charlie Watts, the quiet, seemingly shy drummer for The Rolling Stones, died from undisclosed ailments in a London hospital. He was 80. One job for nearly 60 years. Watts drummed to a different drummer. Not weird (Ringo), or crazy (Keith Moon), Watts kept the beat to a shitload of great…
In place of the horrors of the nowadays, a flashback Sunday afternoon to sounds of long ago, and way-way far away — music as memory of decades past and the history since then. Alternative rock in a trend-shaping music era. Inspiration for this particular subject slant came from a post yesterday on music/movies/media at First…
Counterpunch to the gosh-awful, bullshit news currently infecting our airwaves, another episode this Saturday of my musical ‘Destination‘ series (last one here), where unusual tunes of personal value create a seemingly alternative auditory diagram to the screaming-loud noises coming off life in 2021 A.D. Eleven years ago at about the turn of the decade, I…
