War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Early-evening Sunday here in California’s Central Valley — today another sun-splashed one with nice temperatures cooled by gentle breezes. In the sense of external living conditions, this is probably as good as it gets. All downhill from here. In that contextual bottom line, I got tired of the horror out of Ukraine as the war…
Despite a shitload of shit happening all over on many levels and subjects, I doomscrolled on the InterWebs until my fingers wept and concluded the nowadays is an enigma wrapped in a riddle painted by a mystery shoved down a rabbit hole — am I clear? Sad and my fault, i.e., mea culpa to it…
Instead of political bullshit — surfed the InterWebs this afternoon/early evening, but nothing odd or significant to catch the eye — I instead listened to the main title of one of my way-most-favorite movies, “Lawrence of Arabia,” with the music by the great Maurice Jarre. The scene of the film opening and bits of the…
Man, just tired and bored with all this shit, and this early-evening Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley, you got to stay hungry. In lieu of senseless, shitty snatches of news, a post-clip of a lesser moment — in the last several days for some reason beyond my comprehension, I’ve somehow been pulled into Bruce…
Infested with too much political bullshit this Saturday early evening here in California’s Central Valley — a situation increasingly more frequent than not as we spin through bullshit tornadoes of red-hatted nit-twits and massive is the bullshit meter. And to ease the creation of a post about some thing or another, I’m going with the…
Tired of the same old shit — time for a quick Monday evening serenade-musical respite of just listening for a few minutes to something other than the grinding noise clanking off this scary, freakish life we’re experiencing right now. A kind of clamor left unattended can swiftly become heart-felt deafening. And a quiet moment, too,…
In lieu of dismal words this Friday morning on the eve of a holiday, another post in our ‘Destination‘ series of music and non-hand-wringing (last one here and if you want, follow the series backward from there) and in a spirit of maybe there’s a way out of this shitstorm we’ve found ourselves. Music does…
Sunshine splashed across our late afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley; now in the early evening, the sky is still nice and clear — we received fairly-heavy rain last night, and although the NWS had forecast thunderstorms for this morning, we in my neck of the valley experienced some nice weather all day This…
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…
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…
