War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Here again a Friday. Lately, it seems Monday-thru-Friday whips past in a blur, the weekends slightly slower in time, a more soft few hours, but still clips past frighteningly quick. Right-exactly-now becomes history in a blink. And after a second of two, we’re suddenly a quarter ways into a once new year. And the news…
Here we go again in an attempt to get out from underneath the shit-weight of the politics and pandemic mixed-tape of horror. This is the fifth in our ‘Destination‘ series (last one here) and includes music from the past drummed-up mostly in acoustic tones flushed with the nowadays. And once again a find in my…
Midst of crazy there’s always music. During the news surfing this afternoon, looking for whatever, I spied another song from The Running Mates I hadn’t seen before — I don’t know their whole catalog for shit’s sake. I’ve become way-appreciative of the amazing husband/wife duo the last few weeks as their covers of some great…
Beautiful late-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley — sunshine and warm temps starting about noon following a foggy, chilly morning. Weather is way-oblique in its own existence, fog to sunshie, cold to hot, sometimes in minutes, and sometimes — maybe most-of-the-time — has an original game plan, too, and we humans are out of…
Rain and more rain here in California’s Central Valley this Thursday afternoon, and feels like it ain’t never gonna stop. In the news it appears an endless cycle of rain, too, mostly of the nutcase variety, of stories piled high of how the GOP is infected with a bigly-binge of crazy — like this: Or…
Despite the deadly lure of doomscrolling even on this holiday Thursday in California’s Central Valley, I’m thinking rudimentary musical thoughts of the imagination — sunshine right now in late afternoon, a welcome respite and clears perceptions of gloom after nearly three full days of Tule fog, our area’s seasonal shitsville-weather period, a depressing gray stretch…
As we await the hopefully forgone conclusions of the Electoral college vote today, there’s a related side-note with an awesome interview with the way-great Cher this morning at the Guardian — I’ve had an incredible crush on her since 1965 as a sophomore in high school. She’s ‘only’ two years older than I, so there…
(Illustration: ‘Neil Young,’ by graphic artist Andre Koekemoer, and found here). As I performed by daily routine of an early-morning first-sweep of news sites on the Interwebs, which includes one stop at IMDB to check the birthdays — along with Anne Hathaway, Ryan Gosling, and a host of others, including the late-great Grace Kelly, there…
In the midst of shit falling everywhere, one of my more-favorite songs the last year or so: And maybe, too, from one of my all-time great metaphysical sounds: And a shine… ‘Show me where to look…’ (Illustration: M.C. Escher’s ‘Tower of Babel,’ found here).
Sunny Sunday afternoon in the backyard here in California’s Central Valley. If the world wasn’t so canker-like and weird the scene could be described as normal and pleasant, neighbors laughing, children playing, and a sense of it all would be pleasant, too. Wrong, of course, in way-twisted form-and-fashion. Off subject as a breathing apparatus, this…
