Good health is the single gravest threat to our national economy
Imagine this: All Americans, every man, woman and child have left their self-destructive food habits behind and are now… [more]
The Sweetest Kiss (Eddi’s Song)
Eddi is of course Eddi Reader, in my view one of the nicest voices ever to grace the Earth. I stumbled upon her by mistake,… [more]
The Quiet Light of Strings
Some time ago, I was looking for a name. I was looking high and low for what to call that inner stillness that on the surface… [more]
For Anna Akhmatova
By the time Anna Akhmatova died in 1966 she was one of Russia’s most beloved poets. Born in 1889 she took the brunt of… [more]
Words
This was the last song I wrote. When I began writing “Words” I don’t know whether I knew that it would be my last… [more]
Good health is the single gravest threat to our national economy
Imagine this: All Americans, every man, woman and child have left their self-destructive food habits behind and are now settled in on a mostly vegan regimen, much like the one outlined in, say, Fuhrman’s Eat to Live. As a consequence, gone is obesity, gone is overweight, gone is the host of afflictions and illnesses attendant to those conditions, including digestive problems, skin problems, allergies, asthma, you name it; gone are all those disorders that a healthy body … [Read More]
The Sweetest Kiss (Eddi’s Song)
Eddi is of course Eddi Reader, in my view one of the nicest voices ever to grace the Earth. I stumbled upon her by mistake, more or less. In a used record store in Pasadena, California. Some of you will know the place: Pooh-Bah’s, at its original location. This odd looking candy-floss consuming girl on this odd looking CD sleeve: Candyfloss and Medicine, it said. I’ll take it, I said. And have I never regretted it. Cooler singers seldom arise. Years later, it was … [Read More]
The Quiet Light of Strings
Some time ago, I was looking for a name. I was looking high and low for what to call that inner stillness that on the surface seems so fragile and easily broken but in fact is the unbreakable core of our strength. I was wondering what to call that thing that certainly doesn’t make a fuss about it, but just goes on shining underneath it all, inextinguishable—literally. Finally the name just came to me: The Quiet Light of Strings. I believe I was playing the intro to this … [Read More]
For Anna Akhmatova
By the time Anna Akhmatova died in 1966 she was one of Russia’s most beloved poets. Born in 1889 she took the brunt of the Communist revolution and all its insanities and without leaving, as did so many of her contemporaries. When asked by her friends and colleagues to go with them to Paris (where the persecuted Russian artist community had formed a new home-base) she refused, saying someone has to stay, endure, and bear witness to the atrocities of the day. … [Read More]
Words
This was the last song I wrote. When I began writing “Words” I don’t know whether I knew that it would be my last song, but by the time I reached the end I did. Words, when you stop to think about it, are amazing things. Language is an amazing thing. Too amazing, in my view, for an infant to learn just by being talked at for a few years by swiftly moving grown-ups. In fact, I believe that as young children we’re simply being reminded. It is simply too fantastic … [Read More]