As the nation rages tonight, as the President threatens Martial Law, as a mother mourns a son and a virus eats away at a population with 40 million unemployed, rest easy, my friends, because you are in good hands. READ MORE
The last thing I remember before the virus took hold, I was standing on stage at the Rex Theatre with a herd of others, belting out the chorus to the Rolling Stones “Satisfaction” during the encore. READ MORE
A ceiling of steel-colored clouds greeted me on the morning of my transcendence. This was to be no ordinary day. The challenge I had imposed upon myself finally arrived. And for the first time since adopting the READ MORE
Each caller was candid about how they’re managing life during the musical drought inspired by the Coronavirus. Some were more upbeat than others. Some hid the despair better than others. And some just didn’t give a fuck. Instead of taking a mental pounding from the fear and consternation, they just started writing new songs, they said, peeling through the unfinished numbers and piecing that shit together. Hit the ground running with a new bag of tricks when life resumes, which, by all indications by our President, you’ll be back to work before the big spike hits. READ MORE
A working musician, unlike other musicians with full-time jobs, are the ones who’ve thrown caution to the wind and listened to their muse, believed in it, followed it, believed in their own craft, in themselves, believed in you, the listeners, hoping that you would believe in them and help keep the dream alive. And the bills paid. READ MORE
Zoe Boekbinder doesn’t need to listen to music to be a musician. Sounds odd, right? Not really if you think about it because with all the music going on inside Zoe’s head, well, there just isn’t room enough for any outside distractions or influence. READ MORE
And the hot topic this week being the Coronavirus, well, I figured I should stop watching videos on Facebook of my friends playing music in bars and educate myself on this deadly disease that seems to be a sneeze away from killing me. READ MORE
I turn to this book sometimes when the mud is stuck wet and hot between my ears. During the end of this bitter season, I find myself struggling to say the simplest of words, turning a phrase, completing a sentence. Can’t seem to capture a thought. I have it, I have it, then it’s gone. Everything sounding like a car wreck coming off my tongue. A mish-mash of mispronunciations. READ MORE
For the last three-in-a-half years, like countless others, I’ve devoted way too much of my mental energies to one Donald. J. Trump, our President. Just saying that still widens my eyes at times. No, that’s a lie, every time I say it. READ MORE
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