Compatible Creatures by Bruce Maulden
War, Politics, and Life
Instead of a dirge let’s get simple and nostalgic this Sunday early evening with some wonderful, wondrous alternate rock from the year 1997, and a flashback to a nice, seemingly more-easier time. The 1990s were a blessing for rock music — maybe even better than my boomer rush of the British invasion in the 1960s.…
Let’s go beyond the horror of life in the nowadays and throw out another pitch for my novel, “Brown-Eyed Girl With A Cold Corona,” self-published two years ago via Outskirts Press, and offer up yet another plea to please at the very least give a few seconds without remorse to consider buying a copy. Not…
Sixty years ago last week a political-oriented, “hard news” photographer with the UK’s Dailey Express was upset after being reassigned to cover The Beatles in Paris, but eventually ended up traveling with them to America and became an inside witness to ‘Beatmemania‘ — highlighted by an Ed Sullivan performance: The photographer, Harry Benson, recalled that…
A week of holiday travel — I’ll be off the blog for the next few days (most likely not to return until this coming weekend) as I am involved in a semi-long road trip tomorrow, followed by a three-day visit with family up in northern California. Time will melt until then. Enjoy yourselves (all three/five…
In an attempt to escape, or at least push aside for a short while, the heinous news of the nowadays, I went for another musical broad-stroke to lighten the load just a bit and focus on today — Saturday — as a point of convergence for the mind’s eye in dealing with some ugly shit. Horrific…
High noon Saturday here in California’s Central Valley — autumn as autumn gets. Into a news-cycle dive this morning, I ran out of options, so I decided to go with Annie Lennox, along with her longtime musical partner, Dave Stewart, to melodize us into accepting that which we can not change, and loathing asshole Republicans…
Summer sense in early autumn this late-afternoon Sunday here in California’s Central Valley — the temperature now just a little under a hundred degrees, the outside air heavy with heat, creating colors seemingly scraped from some exceptionally odd MC Eisner//Van Gogh oil painting. A little poetic, non-aesthetical bullshit there to immediately instigate a hope-filled grin.…
Another musical death was announced today — Jimmy Buffett has died at 76. And apparently, he was way-more than a wonderful songwriter and lifestyle persona: Beyond the artistic whimsical, however, in that sense of being ‘lucky‘ with a certain financial sense (Barron’s): ‘Buffett built an enormous business empire valued at several hundred million dollars: Margaritaville…
Escape the relentless horrors of the news business this evening for a space, and enjoy three songs seemingly intermingled together in time. Or at least the following particular-appointed music is shaped as in a clock’s second-nad motion, creating a breaking away from America-and-or-world that’s roasting like full-festered foil in the nowadays. I know this lede…
Quietly roasting this Sunday afternoon here in California’s Central Valley — we’re just at triple digits without much movable breeze to stir the heat away or at minimum create a non-searing glaze to the air as we continue to swelter in temps fairly normal for our time and area. Reportedly, maybe dropping below 100 (into…
