War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
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…
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…
As this Tuesday morning is a nasty news day already — between Afghanistan and COVID the shit’s in the fire. And to somewhat lessen the shit-fall, a post of mystery for all of us living on this planet in a webbed, multi-faceted conundrum of real-time crazy — -Enigma, and “Return to Innocence” of the imagination:…
COVID and the T-Rump is one horrifying combo. Direct off-shoot of the vile, nastiness of the T-Rump persona is the in-your-face cruelty genre, a ‘Karen’ — ‘Wikipedia: Karen is a pejorative term for a woman seeming to be entitled or demanding beyond the scope of what is normal. The term also refers to memes depicting…
Despite being out of office/power for six months, the T-Rump continues to be a center of attention, though, all the notice is horrifying — even knowing full-well with a shitload of evidence he just might be one of the worse human beings who’s ever lived, reports surface he’s somehow worse. T-Rump’s mug to the left…
Once again another chapter in this generally-musical set of posts — last one here — and this trip it’s tunes in the moon-dream-waxing philosophical-and-maybe-some-optimistic homilies thrown into a mix-tape genre featured on a warm Sunday afternoon — a peak time for melodious musings, wouldn’t you say? Anyway, beat’s the shit out of the alternative. And…
The InterWebs are loaded this morning on Bob Dylan birthday stories, and this humble post will way-most-likely fall between the cracks in the pile on, but like anyone with any kind of musical appreciation over a long spell will have a Dylan narrative — can’t be helped: Coverage of this auspicious event ranged from CNN,…
Here it is Sunday way-again — we’re now in the fifth month of 2021 and the days have churned past quicker than those cinematic calendar pages rapidly flipping, illustrating the way-fast passage of time. Result of that film scene would be at the end of the sequence some weird shit usually happens. December 2020 seems…
As I posted last week, the 1990s were the best era of rock music, with the so-called ‘alternative rock’ really gaining a hold on the musical airwaves. And as I also wrote, despite the Elvis/Paul Anka era, then high school in the 1960s with the British invasion (the Beatles, Stones, The Who, the Kinks, the…
In the wake of the George Floyd verdict, one of my all-time favorite songs, which comes from one of the most-neatest period of musical memories, the 1990s. Although I grew of age in the English invasion of the late 1960s, and the emergence of the American rock sound of the 1970s, the 90s carried the…
