George Martin 1926-2016

March 14, 2016

George Martin 1926-2016 Sir Saint Paul recalled, “He was like a second father.” A wonder to all it worked at all, it is as if God were Looking down on London and said “I need a gift for me.” Where else could this come from, this synchronicity? His background was in classical, he was tactful … Read More

Farmers Market

November 15, 2015

  Northampton Farmers Market  May 2 – November 14, 2015 Winter was gone      May an easy chair for us         Sunny days a prayer to us            You were bouquet and asparagus Our love was young      So were you Days grew long     … Read More


July 28, 2015

Summertime George and Ira, arias and blues have to admire those New York Jews “I loves you, Porgy. Don’t leave me here.” They would of course be familiar with fear and caustic squalor and bitter fruit Wagner trumps Mahler with sharp-edged boots They sat at the piano on the Upper West Side mapping a plan … Read More

Flying Down to Rio

June 21, 2015

When Fred Astaire died on June 22, 1987, Ginger Rogers was living alone on her Rogue River ranch in Oregon. Their last movie was almost forty years before (“The Barkleys of Broadway“) and while Fred and Ginger had parted amicably and remained friends, their iconic onscreen romance of the 1930’s was in the distant past. … Read More

When I Saw Her Standing….

June 3, 2015

What if the lyric ended like that? No “there” was there (to paraphrase Gertrude Stein’s take on Oakland). Even the first time we heard that song we knew “there” was coming and so we were free to revel in the tension of  “standing”. We would be led home in due time. That’s the beauty of a … Read More

To Tune a Guitar

May 16, 2015

The way to tune a guitar: hold it loose and easily Every flat or sharp tells you where it needs to be Strings should sing like stars, serenade us like the moon and that’s the way a guitar is tuned   To listen to a song: come inside, be right here So soon we will … Read More


May 12, 2015

I was in the high school marching band back in Iowa and every Memorial Day we would march a few miles to a cemetery that lay among cornfields, lonesome willows and elms. The town and the farmers would come out and listen to us play Sousa marches that always seemed too rousing for the occasion. … Read More

Leave the Gun. Take the Cannoli.

May 9, 2015

A rat! I had heard my whole life to insulate myself from them, that they are everywhere and so to remain on guard. A RAT!! In my own home! My home! Under the same roof as my wife and family. Where I ate and slept (though uneasily). There had been hints of course. Evidence willfully … Read More