I’ve been doing the Mountain Jam thing for a few years now and really feel like I’ve got this music fest under control. I know how to get to the event, where to park and the best landmarks for meeting my friends. I understand and accept that there will be red mud and rain at … Continue reading Mountain Jam, 2015
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Mountain Jam packed with good vibes
Have you ever had a day when the universe lets you know that you must be doing something right? You know, everything just goes your way, from the weather to the drive to the food you eat and the people you meet..every single thing just goes your way. For me, that was yesterday in a … Continue reading Mountain Jam packed with good vibes
Edith Piaf lives (in cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
When I was 15, I went through my hardcore Doors' days. Didn't you? Although not their most commercial album, An American Prayer became my definition of poetry. I eagerly awaited my turn to read the dog-eared copy of No One Here Gets Out Alive, a Morrison biography, which was circulating through my town and I … Continue reading Edith Piaf lives (in cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise
Even classics sometimes die
It’s been a long time coming, but I’m finally ready to admit that my iPod Classic is a goner. I keep getting the black apple of death and it just won’t charge or play anymore. I believe it lasted nearly 8 years, which is pretty remarkable in our constantly demanding an upgrade society. She was … Continue reading Even classics sometimes die
Some Girls
"In the sweet old country Where I come from Nobody ever works Nothing ever gets done." There was a summer a long time ago, in the mythical (to some) town where I grew up, when it seemed that the Rolling Stones' album "Some Girls" was in constant airplay. It didn't seem possible that so many … Continue reading Some Girls
Calling bullsh*t
While I was driving down to Kingston last night to meet a friend, I was impatiently scanning radio stations looking to hear something that wasn't some nonsense about how I'll "only miss the sun when it starts to rain." When I landed on Pink Floyd's Money, I hit the button to stop scanning and turned … Continue reading Calling bullsh*t
Mountain (without the) Jam
Last year's memories of Mountain Jam are a bit tainted. I'd had a really rough morning, thanks to my middle son, and my early afternoon proved that the day could, in fact, become even worse. As always, my friends pulled me through that day and were once again on hand this year to replace any … Continue reading Mountain (without the) Jam
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