Monthly Archives: November 2015

(Two thumbs way up for “Vintage Getz” DVD (Warner Music Vision, recorded in 1983 at the Robert Mondavi Winery, Napa Valley) ………………………………………………………….. Who could ever forget “Ipanema” and the wispy, silky sounds accompanying Astrud on her husband’s song? Clearly classic, … Continue reading →

Looking to a traditional, warm start on a cold Katzville winter morn. Cue the Costa Rica bananas for brekkie cereal and large Nescafe Rich coffee (with Dad’s oatmeal cookies). Here-and-now civilized sensual pleasures and preferred images.

(metallophone used for spontaneous daily jazz-tone poem composition at home) ………………………………………………………………………… with my favorite Edmonton jazzer Charlie Austin and his excellent trio. We were mutual friends of the late local bassist Stu Millman, acknowledged on Charlie’s latest CD. http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/charlieaustintrio2 Under … Continue reading →

  (An old social compartment: authors Davies and Kirkland starting out, 1980) ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… Our lives and relationships are made up of many compartments. Often we even choose to keep these separate or from mixing with one another. The compartments serve … Continue reading →

“Cursed be the social lies that warp us from living truth!’–Tennyson, “Locksley Hall” The sleepers lie so deep, their gardens go unplanted. Their summer song unsung forever, the spring-words half-remembered. The rose and the smell of running water here. And … Continue reading →

(left: Rex’s first book, first tour-stop signing & first tour book signed–which I was first at Audrey’s, Edmonton, Nov. 2003, to get signed, in an aisle before the actual signing got started; a follow-up e-mail reply indicating he was seeing the finished … Continue reading →

Sony has decided to stop making Betamax tapes.

(my favorite old childhood book) ………………………………………….. “There is enchantment right in front of you, waiting for you to notice.”

“Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.”

(Blake’s “Glad Day”) “Narcotics cannot still the Tooth/That nibbles at the soul–”–Emily Dickinson And often one just works hard and long, endlessly giving, doing for others, sacrificing one’s own inner self, giving many performances (many of them hollow, ephemeral) giving, … Continue reading →