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It can be said that we will never renew the beauty of the world until we can recognize the beauty and purpose of even what we throw away. And it’s the creative innovators among us who, day in and day out, determine that one man’s trash is their treasure. Is this the one who fixes […]
Writing is the evil twin of music. Well, maybe not evil, but there isn’t a word that readily comes to this writer’s mind for the relationship. Maybe Yin-Yang? Lovers? Each borrows from the other, and each feeds into the other. But the world of musicians, bands, and venues is much different than that of writers, […]
Luke McNamee and friends performing “Pomp and Quarantine” at various locations in Troy.
https://www.goodtimes.sc/earthquake-walking-tour/ In addition to driving or hitchhiking to San Francisco for music, there was plenty of music right near our home in and around Santa Cruz. The center of activity was the Pacific Avenue pedestrian mall. This was the major hangout spot. There was always music there. There were always buskers (street musicians). I once […]
One of the best things about living on the west coast in the 1970’s was the music. We saw the best shows there. Paul and I had been “Deadheads” for a while before making it west. So far, we’d only seen east coast shows. The Grateful Dead was a San Francisco band. We didn’t follow […]
If you know musicians, you might be inclined to think of them as sharks. No, not because of their uncanny ability to smell a good gig in the water from a quarter mile off, but because they have to keep moving. This is probably one of the actual differences between a musician that plays for […]
Liam here. Today, from 1 to 4 p.m., Park Club in Troy hosted the St. Baldrick’s Shave-a-thon, an annual event that helps St. Baldrick’s raise money for childhood cancer research. I did it for the first time this year, letting my hair first grow to enormous proportions as I gathered donations and then took it […]
I have a junk drawer. Everybody does, but mine (and maybe yours) isn’t junk at all, but a collection of my own personal heirlooms, things precious to me but with nowhere else designated to hold them. And in that drawer there is a knife passed down, made by someone whose name I’ll never know. Eric […]
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